Sunday August 23, 1981

 _. 10th Sunday after Trinity

Hot day. Not that we saw much of it. In bed until 11:30. No ill-effects from last night. No time for cuddling, the pub opened half an hour later. 

Had a fry-up with David. Sat reading the 'Sunday People' - utter claptrap. 

with Billy.

To the Ring 'o Bells for 1, and we sat outside drinking until 2:30 with Dave, Billy, Garry and Steve. A woman, who'd been at last night's pyjama party, came over to talk and remarked that she had always quite honestly thought that Steve was deaf and dumb. He does give that impression. Billy has a mortal fear of members of the hymenoptera family, particularly wasps, and he amused us by running around the beer garden shrieking as the little vespula vulgaris gave chase. Nothing goes smoothly when out with Billy. He's like a 1930s music hall act. 

Back at the Hollywood at 3:30 for lunch - turkey. We collapsed afterwards but recall seeing Burt Lancaster as Moses, and Harry Belafonte on the Muppet Show.

Our last sighting of Jim Glynn was when he hobbled off for his evening bath. I do hope he pulls through. We had a final drink with the lads at 7 and arrived home at 9:30. Bed.

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