_. A revolting hangover today. Annie & Arthur Greenhoff returned to Mexborough and obscurity, and we rolled around on the lawn drinking cheap, fizzy plonk. Lynn & David had stayed the night, and it was she who organised the booze on the lawn. The idea hadn't entered my head.
Alison slept on the lawn from lunchtime until 6pm, making the occasional grunting sound and hideous slurping noises.
Mum and Dad seem sublimely happy. They have given each other rings. I smile at Papa because he keeps holding out his hand to admire the golden adornment. Mum had said that she would not buy him a ring until he promised to give up the hideous habit of nail biting, but she has obviously given up all hope.
Had fish and chips. Went out to cut the lawns. The grass was flat and yellow where Lynn had been sitting. The patch looked as though eighty tons of pig iron had been resting upon it for six months. It is, I know, an uncharitable comment to make about my blooming, rotund sister, but true.
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Friday November 2, 1984
Chillandham Cross, Itchen Abbas I got up with Samuel at 7 and took him down and gave him a Weetabix and toast which he ate with gusto. He d...
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