Heavy rain. Lots of snotty nosed children will be wailing tonight when bonfire parties are cancelled. [Kathleen took a half day yesterday to go 'chumping for firewood'. She is 39 in three weeks].
Phoned Mama. They're considering going away on Sunday. John is spending the weekend in Scotland. Randy bugger.
Home, wet at 6:45, after squabbling with Malcolm Barker. [Obviously, we didn't squabble as such. He did the squabbling whilst I knelt at his feet sucking upon his toes], on the subject of the TUC Transport 'day of action' planned for Monday. Did Len Murray ever say 'not a wheel will turn in Britain on November 8'? If he did, I couldn't find it in the cuttings files. Malcolm, with eyes bulging, demanded very loudly that I put this cutting on his desk on Monday. He'll have a long wait.
Dave G phoned. He may be coming next week with the lads. He's taking Lily to Tenerife on Nov 16 where he says he hopes to meet a frustrated Blackpool landlady.
Took off my [illegible] and made pancakes for tomorrows seafood pancake course. A peculiar sight it must have been. Ally made a chocolate gateau.
Watched an excellent film at 10. 'Harold and Maud'. I'd seen it before. Bed. Fireworks.
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