_. Ally and I were quite unfit for work and decided to forgo our daily labours and stayed between the sheets. Susan was displeased, not with our decision but at being disturbed in the small hours. I fell back to sleep to be awakened at 9:30 by Sarah C on the telephone. I told that I could not possibly get into the office today. She slammed down the phone saying I was impossible and it was about time I grew up. Goodbye Sarah.
Slept all day. Delia phoned and laughed about her daughter. Up at 6:30pm. Peter was watching Wimbledon. We stayed home until 10 and then went down to the White Cross. We intended coming home at a reasonable hour but Helen Scott's party lured, and Ally and I went to Hyde Park (Leeds) and drank gallons of wine, which I simply couldn't keep down. Vomit and 3am and back to Guiseley. It was a weird party.
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Tuesday March 12, 1985
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