_. Up at 10 for breakfast with Mum and Dad. At 10:20 the funeral of Earl Mountbatten was on the BBC. I don't think I remember ever been so moved by a TV programme. I sat on the sofa blinking and gulping back tears. The procession through the streets of London was executed with typical British brilliance. The Queen and Prince Philip looked ghastly. I suppose it was agonizing for them trying to remain composed. The Prince of Wales read the lessons. The hymns 'For those in peril on the Sea' and 'Jerusalem' were sung. The sight of the HMS Kelly reunion mob and the Royal British Legion lads with heads bowed brought a lump to the throat.__________.
Later we sat in the garden, ate salad sandwiches and gulped tea, and reflected on the horrid, nasty world we live in.
To the YP from 5 until 10:30. Wendy is having an affair with a spotty young man from the machine room. She's old enough to remember Wayne Fontana, and fish and chips at 9d. Home on a bus.
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20190622
Tuesday September 4, 1979
_. Lynn and Dave's wedding photographs have been collected, at long last. We have been admiring the glossy masterpieces with wide-eyes and open mouths. It is hard to imagine that old Waite created them. It is also hard to believe that Lynn & Dave have been married for a year on Sunday. I would dearly love to get out of Ally the information as to where Lynn spent the Thursday night before her marriage. It is so bizarre.
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