St George's Day
Sun. YP not brilliant. Scanned the Times but saw no mention of any new Knights of the Garter. I blame the Argentinians. Sir Murray Maclehose, the Governor-General of Hong Kong would be a good KG possibility, but he isn't well and I don't think he'll see another St George's Day.
Home at 5:30 to find Ally looking beautiful. We went to Burley-in-W at 7:30 stopping first at Beesley's to buy sherry from the barrel [costing £2.90!]. Lynn hadn't cooked a dinner because of the fine weather and she sent David out for fish and chips at 8. Lynn is worried that she isn't keeping up with Dave's high class colleagues. The Bakers don't have a cocktail cabinet, for instance.Dear God. _______. We had to endure a revolting series on the BBC about American forces in the UK in the '40s. Dull. No one could speak and I fumbled with the Daily Mail reading the Nigel Dempster column and his scoop about Princess Margaret and her friend Norman Lonsdale. Ally was bored. Then the photo albums came out. Lynn then switched onto a Walter Matthau film which we'd all seen before. At 12 we left, and only Dave saw us out because the TV hadn't quite burned itself out and Lynn couldn't tear herself away. _____.
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