_.Last Sunday after Trinity
Slept for twelve hours and finally climbed out of bed to escape Noel Edmonds on the bedroom radio. Is it any wonder that his wife has gone crazy?
Another breakfast of late 19th Century Sandringham proportions. All that was lacking was Lillie Langtry and the deviled kidneys. Mind you, Ally with her bobbed hair and fantastic waist is Bradford's answer to the Jersey Lily.
We sat afterwards discussing Audrey. Sadly she has to go. Ally wants a Mini, and good old English rust instead of the Continental crumbling.
Watched the Sunday film. Alan Ladd in a good old Arthurian film 'The Black Knight'. Say no more.
To Wilsby at 5:30 for dinner with Hilda and Tony, Diane and Paul. We took a bottle of home-brewed sherry. Dinner excellent. Mounds of Yorkshire pudding. Hilda and Tony are in very good spirtits. They are disgusting night rakes and seldom go to bed before 1:30am. Watched The Borgias, which we missed last Wednesday. Hilda found the 14th century male costume to be a source of amusement. She announced that the lump in the Holy Father's cassock must be where he keeps his lunch.
Home at 11:30, and so to bed.
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