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Tuesday January 8, 1980

_. Queer old weather. A mild winter will certainly make it easier for the Russians when they decide to invade.

Worried about Ally. She slept until 5:30pm after having 'over slept' again. I advised her to go see a psychiatrist. She phoned to remind me that Graham and Charlotte Smith are coming on Friday for the weekend. Charlotte is an opera fanatic and that is where they are bound on Saturday, to Leeds Grand to see Opera North. A disappointment awaits them, according to Sarah, because Elizabeth Harwood, the lady warbler, is well past her prime. In fact, according to Sarah, her voice has disintegrated completely.

Lady Rose Baring, lady-in-waiting to the Queen, is a granddaughter of Louisa, Countess of Antrim, who was a Lady of the Bedchamber to Queen Victoria. Lady Antrim kept a detailed journal of life at court that has now been transformed into a book by Frances Donaldson, or perhaps Elizabeth Longford.

To bed far too late. It was nearly 1am.

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