_. Got a thorough soaking in the heavy rain at lunchtime. It was Kathleen's first day back since Christmas. It can be described as the 'day of the long knives' because Carol has told Kathleen that Sarah's rule has been nothing short of disastrous. The ensuing exchanges lent the library a revolutionary or anarchistic air. Kathleen, to appease the mob, bought cream cakes for her staff at lunchtime, and I joked with Sarah about having 'funeral buns'. The custard slices and doughnuts are usually reserved for birthdays.
Phoned Ally at 2 and again at 8. Wedding fever is gripping Chillandham Cross [Graham & Gill's wedding]. Bessie has been chained to a food mixer since last week. Ally was doing her washing tonight, and my heart went out to her as I pictured her over the sink scrubbing away at her smalls in the way her grandmother would have done in the early days of the century.
Dave G phoned just for a chat. The next Anglo-Stockport talks are scheduled to take place in the first weekend in May.
There's been another scandal involving a senior diplomat. Sir Roger Hollis, head of the MI5, 1956-65, is now said by Chapman Pincher to have been a spy for Russia for over 30 years. Dad says that the only thing worse than this would be the revelation that the Duke of Edinburgh has been working for the KGB since the 1940s and that he only married the Queen to get his hands on the contents of her red boxes. I go further in this daftness and suggest that the Queen is really a Russian agent, a doppelgänger, planted in the palace in the 1940s, swapped for the real Elizabeth who is now wearing an iron mask in a Kremlin cellar. Her Majesty is the fourth man in the Burgess, Maclean and Philby affair.
Bed 12:16am.
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