A nasty wet day. Had an appointment with Hough. He always treats his victims as though it's their first ever experience in a denist's chair. He means well, I suppose. Walked home from Rawdon with a numb face.
Martyn phoned after tea to say that he, Tony and two young ladies (one being Mrs Carol Johnson) went to a barbecue on Saturday evening at Carlton Lane. No comment. Otherwise, no communication with the outside world.
I haven't phoned the hospital since Thursday which is disgusting but I'm so fed up with bad news on top of bad news.
John came at 7.30 and we all had a go at him. ________. He says his departure for Scotland could be quite soon.
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