Sunday May 30, 1982

 Whit Sunday

The Mayfly.

Very hot again. The dawn chorus accompanied by the cuckoo. Frances ate an apple on the lawn and afterwards we found she'd sprung a top tooth. She is very much a replica of David. At 1 o'clock we went to a pub, the Mayfly, at Leckford [?] near Stockbridge. Packed with swarms of people. Only one man behind the bar, and too many thirsty Whit Sunday revellers. Once at the bar we ordered three drinks each to prevent further queuing.

We discussed Dad's retirement and suggest a family gathering at Giovanni's with a blue iced cake inscribed with 'Let's Be 'Avin' You' or some other appropriate police inscription. Lynn was amused at this.

Lynn continues to 'borrow' Ally's summer dresses and can be found rummaging through her drawers.

This evening we went to the New Inn to meet Graham and Gill, and Michael Lynn. Ally in blue stripes looking like someone in Vogue.

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