Thursday November 8, 1979

_. Out with Sarah at 12 to Da Mario's for a belated birthday nosh.  She was in a better frame of mind today. it is good to be seen out with Sarah walking around the town. Sarah in her finest furs. We do attract a few turned heads and envious glances because she is an imposing lady.

No buses, and so I got a train at 5:20 in pouring rain. Took a bath and went out with Lynn and Dave to Ally's at 7 for dinner. She dished up a splendid dinner of prawn cocktails, steak, strawberries, &c, and the wine flowed in usual abundance. We left at almost 2am. Lynn joked about 'Dave the Sailor' arriving tomorrow which wasn't well received.

Dave the sailor is from Devon, but an old friend of Ally's from Winchester. He contacted Ally a few weeks ago to say he was going on leave, and that he wanted to 'be smothered' in Yorkshire hospitality. Ally agreed to this without giving it too much thought. She's like that, isn't she? Dave is all very well propping up the bar in the Plough. He's quite manageable there, but is it right that he should be in Ally's house, just the two of them? Does the sailor have designs on the dear girl?

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