Thursday June 10, 1982

 Birthday of Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh

Cecil Ferguson.

Ally splashed in the bath. I lay beneath our new, white continental quilt. [It has little rust coloured flowers all over it]. The national anthem burst upon us at 7am on Radio 2 in commemoration of the 61st birthday of the D. of Edinburgh. Poached eggs on toast. Kissed Piggy goodbye at 8. At the office at 9 where Margo told me to phone Ally immediately. Horrible news from Winchester where Bessie has just learned of the death of Cecil Ferguson in a car accident on the A1 in the early hours. They were at his wedding only recently. Frank is an executor of Cecil's will.

Busy at the YP. No Kathleen [she's working the night shift] and Carol is off with the snots. Ally has placed a large 'For Sale' sign in Audrey Citroen, but with no price. We'd like £400. Went to the Co-op. Like a barren wasteland. You can see more people on the Chinese side of Everest than in the Duckworth Lane Co-op. Bought a lewd birthday card for Paul Edwards and a silly one for Dave L who is 27 on Monday. I only hope he has seen sense and abandoned his friend 'General Galtieri'. Despite the abandonment of all moral standards and ethics the latter part of the 20th century remains hostile to homosexuals. ________.

Watched Top of the Pops and Her Majesty reviewing the Chelsea Pensioners at the Royal Hospital. Bed at 10:48pm.

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