_. Awakened at 6:30 to the sound of Ally's exhaust as she blasted down the lane.
To the YP. Sarah informed me that Peter Sellers is dead. This tragic news had a numbing effect on me.
Dave B rang at 11:30 to offer me the loan of £50. I gladly accepted. We met at the Hog's Head for the transaction of this great financial deal. He was very smart, in a dark suit. Bumped into Christine Braithwaite.
At home: wedding fever. Out at 8:30 with Ally to the Fox and then the New Inn. Home at 10:30 to see tributes to Peter Sellers.
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Saturday September 14, 1985
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