A bright, clear morning, but frosty. Installed the car battery at 8am after porridge and toast. Amazingly, the car burst into action and roared like a lion. We hurriedly packed, dressed, and head for the M62 to Stockport just after 10. A bad journey. Ice on the windscreen. Near Stockport we ran into thick fog. We got to the Hollywood just after 11:30.
We found the Hollywood refurbished and filled with jungle-style plants giving the whole place an atmosphere reminiscent of Kew Gardens, or perhaps the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
Poor Lily was in the bar with her relief manager looking tired and pale and dressed in black. It is wrong to avoid talking about death and so later in the dining room we talked about Jim with Dave, Lily and Grandad. I don't think I have ever heard little Grandad Glynn speak so much. I suppose he is in a state of shock. Lily is being very brave.
Joined by the lads. We went to the Robin Hood and afterwards to a video hire shop and took out Jack Nicholson's 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest'. We sat back at the Hollywood for a couple of hours viewing.
At 10 we returned to the Hollywood for a wild session which continued until after 2. Ally and I spent £22 on the dinner [2lb T-bone steaks]. I gave myself a blister cutting through the meat. We had the usual community singing - Billy performed a duet with Anne. He is so funny and never fails to have everybody in hysterics.
Afterwards it was back to Billy's flat at 61 Mottram Towers, on the sixth floor. A multi-storey greenhouse. Billy stripped down to his underpants.
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