A day of toil and an evening of happy domesticity with wifelet. After dinner we sat with our feet up [our feet up what, you may ask]. Ally reading an old, soiled Agatha Christie which she picked up for 10p, and I began 'The Three Musketeers' by Dumas [Oh yes, I finished Fanny Hill, and I must say I have since been quite a different person in bed]. The TV went off after 'Nationwide'. The ghastly Sue Lawley is unbearable. Bed reasonably early, all pink, scrubbed and relaxed.
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