_. Worked until about 1pm and then the library staff polished off the Yuletide whisky and had a couple of games of cards. Home at 2:30 to find John walking on the lane with the children. At home no one was in and so John and I sat drinking coffee and playing with the babies like a pair of nannies. He bundled them off home at about 4 o'clock.
Out to the White Cross tonight and then to Margaret and Jim's. Just Mum, Dad, Lynn, Dave, Sue, Pete, Pamela N, Julie N. Ally phoned her parents at midnight to be told that Graham and Gill had announced their engagement. We partied until gone 4.
So, that's the end of another year, and decade, folks. Who knows what the next decade has in store. Will the 1980s see me make that fateful move down the aisle? Will 1980 see the heir to the throne take similar steps? Will Russia invade Pakistan, India and the USA? Will President Carter march on Moscow in the steps of Napoleon and Adolf Hitler? Will I end up in the armed forces? Can I be of assistance to NATO? Am I field marshal material?
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The journal of a Yorkshire lad from the age of 17 in 1973 through several decades .... Transcribing from handwritten volume to blog may take some time ...
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Saturday September 28, 1985
South Wood Farm, Cotleigh, Devon South Wood Farm. Out of bed bright and early. Another sunny day. What a week we have had. Ally did the pac...

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Quinquagesima. By 4am only Judith, Kathryn and I are conscious. But when we decided to call it a day I realised with horror that my jacket a...
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Moorhouse Inn I have the most disgusting hangover I have perhaps ever experienced. Ally too lay whimpering beneath the quilt and refused to...
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