Dismal, but warm. 65F. All the clocks in Bradford have stopped. Must be because of the thunder on Sunday. Phoned Susie. She has been to Bridlington with Jim and Margaret for a few days, pushing Christopher for miles in the salty air. Phoned Mum ___________. John starts work on Monday at the Tay site on Kirk Lane. Maria's brother, Hugh, had a letter published in The Times today. He's at the LSE.
The Reagans moved on to Bonn. I made rhubarb wine [2 gallons] and Ally stood ironing. A hot, sweltering night. I spent a good half hour pursuing a fly around the bedroom eventually succeeding in squashing it on the window.
David Middleton came with a fitter to inspect the kitchen and we gave him a cheque for £277. The poor man is going on holiday to Barcelona next week and had overlooked the fact that the World Cup will be erupting all around him.
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