Saturday February 6, 1982

 Slept until lunch. The postman woke us delivering books from the book club. I went out to buy half a pound of bacon from the Co-op. A horrible old woman with a Jack Russell terrier was in the shop and she insisted on kissing and slobbering over the dreadful pet, because perfectly formed red lip marks were stamped upon the head of the scruffy canine. Horrific sight. I returned and made breakfast.

We visited Susie at Hyde Terrace at 2:30. Lynnn and Dave were with her. She was red faced and chirpy and sitting on top of the bed. A nurse chastised us for overcrowding the ward, but the main problem was Gavin, a noisy four year-old terror, the son of a fellow inmate. Screaming children cannot do much for blood pressure. I do not know how Sue stays so bright.

On afterwards to Bingley. A God forsaken spot really, where we looked at the antique shops. Why are old junk shops always closed when you want to look inside? We didn't get into a supermarket until 5.

Back at Ash Tree Cottage we put a lasagne in the pot and our feet well and truly up. Dave L phoned at 7. He'd been trying to get us for a couple of days to ask us to make up a foursome at Jolly's. Amazingly, he's taking out the teacher he was paired up with at last week's party and sounded terrified at the thought of spending the evening entirely alone with this woman. We would have loved to join them but the sizzling dinner prevented it.

Bed after 'Dallas'. Read the Borgias, by Marion Johnson.

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Friday February 5, 1982

 Exhausted. Yet I worked with great gusto. Nervous energy no doubt. Ally took the day off and dropped me at Rawdon where I got a bus to Leeds. We were very much in love this morning. In the car, in the drizzle, at Rawdon kissing and cuddling.

I left the YP at 4 and went to Burley-in-W to join Ally who'd been with Lynn and Frances since lunceon. The baby is a delight and captivating. We really ought to conceive one. Christine Airey has called her son Kevin, not Keith, which we were told.

To Pine Tops at 6:30 with fish and chips from Harry Ramsden's. Knackered. Mum looked like she'd died and the angels had left her behind. Quiet at Pine Tops. Mum and Dad visited Sue from 8-9 and we left for home at about 10. 

Phoned Dave and called off our visit on Saturday. It couldn't be helped. Lily was grumpy about it.

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