_.Out of bed at 6:30 to find a gruesome picture awaiting us. Snow, only finely spread, but snow all the same. We shudder at the thought of months of toil in the frozen wasteland that is Lidget Green.
YP: Sarah off with one of her headaches. Kathleen and Carol went off this afternoon to a microfilm extravaganza or whatever, leaving me and Margot.
Is the revolting Shirley Williams going to take Crosby for the SDP? That is the question. By 1984 will all the political parties be led by women? Thatcher in the blue corner, Williams in the yellow/pink SDP collage corner, and ... er... perhaps Gwyneth Dunwoody over in the red? I think Shirley Williams would stand for the Stuffed Rat and Bucket Party if she thought she stood a chance being elected.
Phoned Guiseley for my daily bulletin on Papa's eye. He is still in pain and his eye is aggravated by the light, and so he is walking around the house looking sinister in dark glasses.
Home at 6. Cousin Jackie came to see us at 7:30 with a Billy Connolly LP and stayed until after 11. She seems lonely now that she and Peter are on the rocks and says she is heading to a life of spinsterhood. Next week she is collecting an apricot poodle, called Ben. We discussed families, especially ours, and the useless bickering. What can be done? Our branch continues to stick together.
At 10:30 I went over the road and bought a curry.
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