Queer sort of day. Have the Argentinians invaded our treasured Falkland Islands? Don't know.
Home at 6. Ally and I sat by candlelight devouring lamb with peppers, and putting back lager and strawberry wine.
Saw no TV but got through several piano concertos and David Bowie. I sat reading my diary and soon realised from my account of our pre-marital relationship that I had a fancy for her despite Mr Pinder's presence. Ally says that Pinder was very fond of me. Got pissed up and went to bed after 12 leaving a greasy sheep carcas in the crock-pot in the middle of the floor.
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