_. St Andrew's Day, eh? Felt exhausted at the YP and only just survived until 4:30. At home I hurriedly packed things into a bag. Lynn and Dave arrived and we went first to Ally's and loaded up the mini with the presents she's bought the family and then down the motorway in driving rain to Hampshire. I slept most of the way. The Northamptonshire police stopped us to say we had a brake light out, but allowed us on our way without too much harassment. They obviously had no idea who my father is. Arrive at Chillandham Cross at 1am to a reception committee of Mrs Dixon and Graham.
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Wednesday September 4, 1985
Moorhouse Inn Overcast - me and the weather. The alarm sounded at 7 but Ally switched it off for half an hour. Felt groggy and could have s...
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Moorhouse Inn 2nd Sunday in Lent with dear Phyllis. Drizzle. Up for a full-English. Samuel is much better behaved without the influence of ...
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Moorhouse Inn Cold and quiet. Dave Glynn phoned tonight but Ally and I were in the cellar, and when we phoned back Lily said that David has...
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