Overcast and damp. Mum phoned me at the office to say they are going to Devon for about a week, and then probably go on to Scotland to see John and Maria. Maria phoned John this morning to say she was having labour pains again. Meanwhile, JPH is at Molly and Jim's for some unspecified period of time.
Had a bath at 5:30 and an hour later Ally and I bombed over the moor to Burley-in-Wharfedale to have dinner with Lynn and David. Ally produced a bottle of wine and we ate like starving fiends. Afterwards we walked over to inspect Dave's allotment and to see them both inspecting the potato plants and clucking hens was a tonic. It goes to show that life can still be happy, simple and uncomplicated and not at all devious and dirty as is so often portrayed on the centre court at Wimbledon or in the Old Bailey. From the allotment we marched to the Red Lion for a couple of drinks, but due to our pathetic financial status we couldn't go full-out and cast caution to the wind as we so often do. Lynn is beaming and glowing like a miner's lamp. Back to Lawn Road for coffee and discuss the ghastly topic of house buying. I'll never be able to afford even a humble garage, let alone a crumbling semi-detached. Home at 11:30pm.
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Tuesday March 12, 1985
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