Saturday January 19, 1980

Tito: last legs.

_. It seems that President Tito of Yugoslavia is on his last legs. Are the Russians waiting to walk in just like they did in Abyssinia last month? Or was it Afghanistan? Putting all this Ruritarian speculation behind us let us get on with the day to day deliberations: I didn't climb out of bed until 12.

Spent the afternoon writing a lengthy epistle to Ally. This correspondence course is becoming quite serious. I am sure that the old yellowed letters will be of valuable historic importance in later years. Mum, Dad, Sue and Pete went to the White Cross while I sat scribing in the rapidly failing light.

Phoned Ally. She came over at 7. We went straight to Giovanni's, the new Italian restaurant in Guiseley. Excellent dinner with wine and the bill came to £8. On to the Woolpack, the Fox and finally the Drop.

Home at 11.

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