I go into work feeling somewhat under the weather. What is more, I feel fed up to the back teeth with everything at the moment and fancy returning to a good bachelor existence.
Carole's had a good innings since last July, and I think it's about time I let someone else have a bat.
I rang Denny and re-booked the holiday once and for all. June/July is when we go.
At home I sit in the dining room all evening busily glueing photographs into a scrap book. It brings back to mind all the good times we had in 1973-4 and makes my present situation seem mundane, boring and dead.
One would think I'd been married for ages by the way I'm going on, but that's the way I feel at the moment.
Retire at midnight with my task still incomplete.
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The journal of a Yorkshire lad from the age of 17 in 1973 through several decades .... Transcribing from handwritten volume to blog may take some time ...
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Tuesday January 22, 1985
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