Wednesday May 26, 1982

 Busy day. Weetabix again, but followed by toast with little butter because Ally is letting the 'pantry' run down for our absence in Winchester.

HMS Coventry

YP: Hell all day. The queer, little sub-editor came running over to say that the fated, sunken ship lost last night is either the Cardiff, Coventry or Glasgow. It was HMS Coventry. Sarah has been doing her crocodile bit again, and it's still Kathleen in the swamp. Ally phoned at 12:05. A young buck from the drawing office at Chestnut House has been asking to take her out for a drink at lunchtime. She has rebuffed the lad, and is amused at the jealousy of the other girls who look upon him
as something of a catch. She has told them all she has a very tall, dark, striking husband.

Home at 6. Knackered. Poached eggs. I went out and put grey paint on the back windows, and watched Ally ironing, with the ghastly European Cup on the box. Went over to see our neighbour Norman at 8:30 and he took our roof rack off for me. I'm like a spastic at times. In at 9 for a lager and watched a grim 9 o'clock news. Saw the captain of the [HMS] Sheffield speaking for the first time and it was heart rending.

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