Monday May 21, 1979

_. Read in the Daily Telegraph that a certain Michael MacDonald is alleging, in a new book, that Queen Victoria married her Highland servant, John Brown, and bore him a son who lived to the age of 90, and was a frequent visitor to Balmoral. All very doubtful. Where is the proof? The Queen and Brown were undoubtedly close which gave rise to speculation, but this is where it stops.

Back to reading Richard III. John phoned, but only briefly, and so too did Dave G.

Bed at 11:30.

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Sunday May 20, 1979

Rogation Sunday.

_. {deletion} The birds were creating one hell of a racket in the soggy Hampshire trees this morning. We ate toast and helped Mrs Dixon prepare the lunch before heading down to the Plough Inn for the last couple of hours. Mrs D gave us £10 to get a round of drinks at the pub. Isn't she amazing?

Ally (bless her) is becoming incredibly attractive to me, and by that I do not imply that she is attracted to me. Quite the contrary. I am sure she regards me with some affection, but I think she finds me hideously stupid and something of a joke. I am sure she isn't turned on in any way, shape or form. It is something I will have to work on.

Graham thinks I'm a reprobate, which is rich coming from him, because he's the most debauched chap alive.

At 3pm we had a massive lunch in a room I've never laid eyes on before, then bade our farewells and left in search of a garage in order to repair Peter's ailing car. Something called a regulator had disintegrated. We sat for ages whilst a mechanic did £21 worth of work, and this held us up until almost 7pm. Lynn and Dave were of course with us in Peter's car for the journey home because Ally is now the proud owner of his Triumph Spitfire. Dave will miss his play thing.

Pleasant journey home. In for 11:30-12. Hilda and Tony were having supper with Mum and Dad, telling tales of their recent holiday in Holland.

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