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Christmas Day
A white Christmas. Sunny and bright. Up at 7:30 with great excitement. Our first Christmas morning together. We sat by the glow of the Christmas tree tearing open presents. Ally gave me a Ella Fitzgerald LP, Givenchy after shave, a bright pullover, undies, socks, artist canvas, a tube of black oil paint. She thought mine romantic.
Took Mrs Greenwood a large glass of rum. She said she would drink it tonight watching Morecambe and Wise and then roll into bed. Bless her.
To Guiseley at 12. We were first to arrive and sat with Mum and Dad waiting for the others who came in and blocked out the Queen's Christmas message. Chaos. Pandemonium. Havoc.
Dad read us Hans Christian Andersen fairy tales. Hilarity.
Mum organised a running buffet once again. It's the only thing that works for so many people.
Bed at Pine Tops.
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