Monday September 22, 1980

_. Warm, but dull. Rain later. Read in Saturday's Guardian that the recent volcano eruptions have also ruined the weather in '81.

Sat at my desk reading the diaries of Barbara Castle, serialised in the Sunday Times. She doesn't come across as being quite as monstrous as I always imagined her to be.

Phoned Ally. She is collecting the Citroen tomorrow. I will never see the Spitfire again. Sad really.

Diana's lineage.

Researched the lineage of Lady Diana Spencer. Her aristocratic connections are phenomenal. She is descended from the Dukes of Abercorn, Richmond, Gordon [extinct], Bedford and Marlborough. The Earls of Sunderland, Gower, Howe, Cork & Orrery, the Marquesses of Hertford, Viscount Torrington, &c. Through Richmond she is a direct descendant of Charles II. Not even the future Charles III can claim that distinction. Ideal Queen material.

Dave L phoned tonight. He had finished marking his homework, and was bored by the TV. He recently went to London and sought refuge with Denise for the night. She is now back in these parts complaining that in London the only way to get on is to sleep with everyone. Tired of doing this she is now running a travel agents in Horsforth. I arranged to meet him on Oct 3, or Oct 4.

Steak and salad for dinner. Excellent. I told Mum that this is not the way to get rid of me.

TV tonight. 'The French Connection' again. Auntie Hilda phoned Mum. Phil and Denise were married on Saturday.  Retired at 11:30.

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