Sunday March 16, 1980

_. 4th Sunday in Lent - Mothering Sunday - Summer Time Begins

Up at 9:30 to make a leisurely breakfast only to discover that it is 10:30, and poor Ally is already late for her shift at the Belfry. She discarded the breakfast and left the house in a frenzy.

Sue and Pete spent the day 'courting' in the sitting room, and so I took the typewriter into the dining room and bashed out a feeble letter to Allykins, which took a chunk out of the afternoon.

My grandfather was given life 90 years ago today. Born at the height of the British Empire, he died long after it's demise and yet the span of Britain's change in fortunes affected his life in no way whatsoever. Born near to poverty, he laboured for over 50 years to make ends meet and died in 1961, leaving no money, property - but seven children and numerous grandchildren. He smoked a pipe, wore a flat cap, and always took to his bed at 9:30pm, you know. John Wilson 1890-1961 is probably condemned to obscurity, as if he never existed. Perhaps writing about him here helps to prevent this somewhat.

'Cromwell' on the telly - Richard Harris. Out with Ally to the White Cross.

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