_. Out tonight with Ally, Sue & Pete to the Drop and then the White Cross. Sue & Pete didn't speak. At 11:30 we returned home in a funereal disposition. Sue stayed the night at P's house. No doubt hacking chunks out of each other into the small hours.
Ally and I watched a film, the name of which escapes me, but it starred Princess Grace of Monaco and Bing Crosby, and it wasn't High Society. We discussed our relationships and our feelings and sat together deep in analytical natterings for hours. In fact the whole thing was like an Open University programme on BBC2.
Retired to bed. Alison and I are going it alone tomorrow.
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Wednesday October 9, 1985
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