Friday January 22, 1982

 Another mild day. We now expect Kathleen to take the remainder of the year off because her aged auntie has been taken desperately ill. The last rites, and all that. So, it's bye bye Kathleen until the first flowering of daffodils.

Dave L.

Home at 6 for pizza, garlic beans, chips, &c. Petal is beautiful and brighter with the influx of iron tablets, though she has sore lips at the moment, cold sores, and finds kissing painful.

Dave L marched in at 8:15 and we sat for a couple of hours with lager talking about old times. He finds reminiscing a depressing pastime and needs to be worked on before pouring out tales of yesteryear. I love talk of our Benton Park days and Andrew Dean stories. I don't often get the chance to wallow because Dave is the only person I have known, barring relations, since March 1967. He went off at 10:15 and we took milky drinks up to bed.

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