Wednesday March 31, 1976

I feel a bit grotty today. Blocked head and a ticklish feeling in the depths of my throat. Can it be the dreaded influenza? If you discover the remaining pages of this diary are blank you can take it from me that the ailment was more than 'flu. Last day of March. Come home from the office and find Dad in bed with a streaming cold. He isn't often ill and only takes to his bed as a last resort. Carole rings at 8.30 and Christine W rings to say she's coming to Oakwood Hall on Saturday for definate. -==-