Tuesday November 20, 1979

_. Ice and treacherous conditions. Freezing. Dear Carole's 22nd birthday, and the first without her father. I do hope it isn't too horrible for her. And to think that two years ago we'd all given her up for dead.

The 'Blunt Saga' continues. He gave an interview today and seemed very calm and collected, in the way that double agents tend to do, whilst attempting to justify his treacherous activities. Blunt denies any homosexual affair with Guy Burgess.

At 8, Sue, Peter and I went over to Ally's and pushed the spitfire up and down the street in an attempt to get the thing moving. Like a scene from that awful TV series 'It's a Knock Out'. Susan is a great comedienne. The offending car eventually fired up and we took it to a garage where it's going to be dealt with at dawn. A bandit is going to charge her £30 just to open the bonnet and peer in at the works. Back to Club Street with Peter and the wheel for a coffee and a warm. Gave Ally a peck and we left for Guiseley at 10. We are going to see a couple of 'Pink Panther' films on Friday.

Mum has had her hair 'flashed'. Dad joked about it saying it's odd she should want to appear grey when in fact she doesn't have a grey hair in her head. This annoyed Motherdear.

To bed at 12 leaving Dad glued to an old film on the TV.

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