_.Feeling decidedly nasal. But not as nasal as Mr Smith. Graham suffers from chronic catarrh and we could hear him in the bathroom discharging his fluid into the sink. We're sure they heard us giggling. The Smiths are an eccentric pair.
After a massive breakfast we all went, at about 11, to York in the Smith-mobile. York was busy, bustling and full of festive atmosphere, but biting cold. We bought glasses for John and Maria and a decanter for Susan and Pete. Lynn and Dave are difficult to buy for, and so were left until later. Brass handles for our chest too.
We found a packed little fish and chip restaurant, and Charlotte bought us cod and chips. She is a round little thing is Charlotte and looks very Margaret Rutherford-like in her long overcoat and felt hat. She is in fact my age. We managed to get away at about 4.
Back at Club Street we drained a large bottle of Liebfraumilch [from Graham] and listened to a talk on the Smiths recent holiday in Egypt. That is one country I want to see. You can forget the USA and the Seychelles. Just give me a camel and the Valley of the Kings.
Out at 9 to Pizzeria Mamma Mia on Manningham Lane. Ally and I had scampi in garlic and tomato sauce. She wasn't too keen. Graham, slightly pissed, refused to drink for the remainder of the evening. Charlotte of course is not drinking in pregnancy.
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