Friday July 17, 1981

 _. Full Moon

Bright, wet and British. Kissed my wife on the doorstep at 7:45 and ran for the bus. 

Shazzo flew to Turkey and obscurity this morning. It will be the end of her.

The Warrington by-election: Roy Jenkins slashed the Labour majority from 10,000 to 2,000. Hoyle only narrowly held the seat and Jenkins won 42 per cent of the vote. People are now saying that we could have an SDP government in 1984. God help us. I want to see Mrs Thatcher go on. I may be a lone voice but that's my opinion.

Ally's boss, Derek Jenkins, yesterday attended a Buckingham Palace garden party, and over his tea today, all dewy-eyed, he enthused over his sighting of Lady Diana Spencer. The girl is already making her mark, and by the time she's 25 she'll be more than capable of taking over from the 'Queen Mum' as our national treasure.

Humber Bridge opening.

Home at 6. We giggle a good deal. We ate very simply. The deep fryer came out and we had eggs and chips. On our snowy TV screen we could just make out the Queen opening the Humber Bridge. Isn't it a waste of money?

Ally did some ironing, the stuff from the holiday. She asks 'what will Lady Di do with her hair on the wedding day?' It will be wrapped around a tiara, surely?

 
I went over to the off licence and bought a bottle of cheap sherry. We half-heartedly watched tv. Isn't marriage exhausting?

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