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Slipped and slid across town at lunchtime to buy minced beef for dinner. Must have looked like Robin Cousins.
At 3:30 Kathleen announced that the weather was taking a turn for the worse and gave us leave to quit the office early. I left in the company of Roy Holland, who drove me home in his little sports vehicle. He came in for a pee, and, like most people, expressed his approval of our humble home. I am very proud of it, and stood, nose in the air, like Lord Hertford amidst his Grinling Gibbons.
Christmas cards behind the door. Eight in all. Ate mince beef, Yorkshire puddings and pancakes. Sat on our cushions relaxing I heard Mrs Greenwood knocking on the wall. Rushing round thinking something was wrong she was struggling to light her gas oven. It lit for me.
Watched dismal 'Brideshead [Revisited].
News: The Queen, caught by the snow, was forced to seek refuge in a two-star hotel near Bristol for seven hours on Sunday. Poland is in a poor way. Brezhnev will go in at Christmas.
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