_. Maria's 21st birthday today. We didn't see her. I think John was taking her out for dinner.
Didn't get into the YP until 9:30 and tempers there were frayed. For £45 a week I think I have every right to pinch the occasional hour here and there. Sarah, seeing my depression, gave comforting words. Lynn just needs time, she says. Delia has given me a photo of the two of us at Ivory Towers last September. Sarah says one of Delia's legendary luncheon parties is imminent.
David B came to help Dad and Jim welding on the car. Constantly welding. It baffles me.
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Wednesday September 4, 1985
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