Monday February 18, 1980

_. Ally remained here for the night after returning from Bramhope. It was much too late for her to return home [viz a viz the Yorkshire Ripper]. We sat on the drive, in the car ______________.

Seeing the boys last night was fun, but ooh the bitchiness of the conversation. It was like being backstage at the Miss World contest.

Morning: to work with Jim R. No Jennie because it's half term. Jim got on the subject of Kevin Keegan and how 'goody goody' the man is. I have deducted, from our frequent morning car runs, that Jim is drawn to people with, shall we say, an evil streak.  He so admires the disgraced President Nixon, and according to my chauffeur he was the most intelligent US president of all time. At the same time he is very scornful about Gerald Ford. How on earth can Nixon be the most intelligent president when he was almost impeached and in the end had to resign from office after the biggest scandal in US history?

At home this evening: nothing on the telly but the nauseating Winter Olympics from Lake Placid. I derived no pleasure from this and sat buried beneath Lady Donaldson's 'The Royal House of Windsor'.

Wedding fever is gripping the household. Twenty two weeks until Sue and Pete marry and they all talk of little else.

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