Tuesday June 15, 1982

 The war in the South Atlantic is all over with the Argentine surrender. Port Stanley is back in British hands for the first time since early April.  Jubilation. Mrs Thatcher has got her victory.

Heavy rain. Unable to paint because of the down pour. Watched a ridiculous film about a man-eating fish.

Ally made a brill steak dinner. In the news: The Princess of Wales went to the races at Royal Ascot but traveled by car instead of a horse drawn carriage onto the bumpy course. I remain convinced that the birth of the royal baby will take place next week and not on July 1. It doesn't seem right that the Queen will be in Scotland for the delivery of what will be a direct heir to the throne. Who wants to go to Scotland anyway? The infant will be George or Elizabeth or Victoria or Louis or Charles John. Or perhaps James or Albert Victor.

Watched the news and went to bed with cocoa at 9:45.

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