Monday May 7, 1979

_. Bank Holiday in England, Ireland, Scotland & Wales.

Work-free today because it's May. All other nations have a holiday on May 1 to riot in the streets or parade in Moscow or shoot someone in the backstreets of Istanbul.

Had breakfast with David G and Alison. She thinks he is insane, and it's touching how he watches her with spaniel-like tendencies. Dad is quite correct when he says David has Rembrandt-like qualities. All craggy like one of the master's self-portraits.

The three of us went off in Alison's Midget sports car, roof down. Dave looked amazing sitting up in the back with what is left of his hair blowing in the damp, soggy atmosphere. We called on Lynn and Dave at Burley-in-W. David was messing round with his kitchen door and we waded through wood shavings to say hello. After a brief visit we went off in the direction of the Dales. Burnsall was too crowded - the tourists were out in force - peasants from the filthy urban areas. We found ourselves in the packed Tennant's Arms at Kilnsey, in the shadow of the jutting crag. Pints of ale and steak and kidney pie saw us through to 3pm and we journeyed back laughing like six year-olds at other motorists and waving at people in the style of our dear, beloved Queen Mother.

At home poor Sue was in bed after being taken ill at the office.

We ate fish and chips and sat in front of the telly all night - a war film dragged on for hours and in the midst of it Alison went off to Lynn's for the night, nervous about her interview tomorrow.

Bed at about 12:30.

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