_.A warm day. Ally, feeling better, went off to the AHA.
The YP was a bundle of fun. Sat with my coffee brooding over the nationals [papers]. The Michael English Succession Bill is really worrying me. The Bill is to be read on February 26.
Went into town at lunchtime but returned, battered, after half an hour in the seething hysterical crowd of Christmas shoppers. Where do all the old women come from at this time of the year? The newspapers says we are in a financial depression, but that news hasn't filtered through to the masses in Leeds. Sir Geoffrey Howe this afternoon presesnted a financial statement, a 'mini budget'.
Home at 6. To Morrison's. We were home at 7:15 and had a call from Dave G. His father died at 2am today after suffering another heart attack last night. I was lost for words, but Dave seemed very composed. A relief manager has been installed at the Hollywood , as Lily lies bereft in her room. Dave says he is so proud of his grandad, mourning his only child, and yet battling on. It was obvious months ago that Jim Glynn's days were numbered, yet it's a great blow. He was 56. A warm hearted and humorous man. Poor Lily.
Billy phoned at 10:30 and insists we go stay at his flat on the night of Dec 12, and that Dave wants our visit to go ahead. The lads took Dave to the Robin Hood tonight.
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