Back to Winchester after breakfast on the hunt for a suitable birthday present for Bessie. We sat in the Baker's Arms [packed with stuffed trout and salmon in glass cases] writing a postcard to Auntie Hilda. An old man sitting nearby was coughing and spluttering into his ale. Then to a cafe, or cocktail bar, where the waitress almost dropped her tray on seeing Ally. "Didn't you go to the Plough with John Pinder?" she enquired. Ally had no idea who the girl was. The waitress said it was Ally's brown eyes she recognised first. We sat talking about Pinder afterwards. No doubt he's fat and balding somewhere in Dorset.
To the Bridge at Shawford and to an old book shop afterwards. At 3 we went to Alresford to buy Bessie a thimble and stand on which to display it. Tonight to the New Inn [where we bought Andrew a drink for fixing the car lights], and finally to the Horse and Groom where we cuddled.
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