Sunday January 17, 1982

 2nd Sunday after Epiphany

Awoke at about 9:30. We can't sleep on until the afternoon as we used to do. Climbed into the bath. Ally, like a sickly old lady, lay amongst the tea cups, feeling violently sick. She had just taken an iron tablet and thinks it might have disagreed with her. She is still swimming in catarrh, and this can bring on feelings of nasuea, can't it? Ally says it isn't morning sickness.

Frank phoned and spoke about house insurance. By 11:30 she was feeling better and we had boiled eggs and toast and more tea. 

Played with the apple wine and made some date sherry. Watched 'Carry On Teacher' [again] and sat reading. I am into Ken Follett in a big way. Ally is battling on with Agatha Christie's autobiography. I am in Cairo in war-torn 1942, and Ally is in the genteel Home Counties in the post-Edwardian days of 1914.

Dined at 6 on leek and potato soup, lamb steaks with mushy peas, sprouts, mint sauce, followed by cheese and biscuits and all washed down with our very own rosé wine. We live like the Aga Khan, only better.

To bed in the proximity of 10pm. We laid there perspiring. The temperature must be well over 40F, bloody tropical.

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