I just don't know what to sling down on this page today. It was such a mundane, ordinary day that the very thought of filling an entire page is horrific.
Sat and watched the hot, over-worked TV until smoke bellowed forth from the appliance. Saw part III of 'Rebecca', but David G phoned in the middle of this & frightened me with news of a financial nature. "We've booked the Bournemouth trip" he casually said, "and can you bring me the £10 when you come over next week?" Oh God. Destitution once again.
I may have to abandon my Stockport trip planned for February 9 and just post the money to David instead. Blimey, I'm not John Paul Getty III.
To bed at 11:30 with a mug of Ovaltine. Just like a bloody old lady.
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Tuesday March 31, 1987
Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ The Earl of Arundel and Surrey, heir to the Duke of Norfolk, is engaged to Georgina Gore. Ally and Dad think ...
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