Carole phoned me at the YP to say she's in Ward 11 of the (Leeds General) Infirmary. I'd forgotten she was going in this morning. At 2:30 I went to see her. She isn't remotely ill-looking and chats away in her famous style. She says she loathes __________. She wasn't wearing an engagement ring but I saw it concealed under the pillow of her bed! When I left she escorted me to the Town Hall (Yep, they even let her out into the streets).
Marita saw me on Wellington St and brought me to Guiseley. She's having something done with her car at Senior Smith's.
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| Steel: foul smelling. |
John made a fleeting call this evening. He and Maria are going to Michelle's party on Saturday. ______.
Susie cut my hair tonight. She's done a great job and once again I look almost semi-Punk. It looks good, I can tell you.
Edith and Ernest didn't get the cottage in Devon but are definitely going to go south this year. Sad, eh?
Dad's been strange tonight. He looks pale. He's terribly out of shape. Fat and out of breath. Quiet too.
Saw the obnoxious David Steel MP on BBC1. He really is a sly, foul smelling being.
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