Poor Karen's been at Hilda's since Saturday feeling unwell. A miscarriage is threatening.
I am much better, but Ally is still weak and looks ghastly. Struggled onwards to the YP. At 12 I walked to the metropolis with Sarah. She immediately through herself into a verbal attack on _____________.
Home to find Ally tucked up, fully clothed. I joined her and climbed into bed for an hours slumbering. The poor, tired Angel. We went downstairs at 7 and had tomato soup, and omelettes - something light.
Dave L phoned to say he was coming over but we put him off until next week. Back to bed at 9:30. I read Agatha Christie.
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