Sunny and pleasant. Uncle Jack (Myers) was laid to rest this morning. Hilda, Mabel and Peter represented the entire Wilson Alliance.
Sarah was in great shape today. The doctor listened to her heart yesterday and told her she's suffering from neuralgia. Blimey, I thought you could only get that in your bloody face! This afternoon she actually told me that she fancied me ~ in those exact words. It came when I asked her why she always insists on grabbing hold of me. She replied: "Because I fancy you. That's why". Really funny it was. I don't think she's made such a statement in all the years of our association.
Christine phoned. Her Canadian professional ice~hockey playmate earns £100,000 a year, she says. Good God!
News: President Kenyatta died today in Mombassa. He was a bloody Mau Mau terrorist _______.
Down to Lawn Road with just Daddy to daub buttermilk paint everywhere until the tin ran dry. Home at 10:20. Went for a bath at 12:03.
Auntie Mabel had phoned Mama with a report on the funeral. __________________.
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Wednesday September 4, 1985
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