22nd Sunday after Trinity
Lynn woke us at 8 looking for paracetamol tablets for David. I fumbled around without opening my eyes and went back to sleep. Finally we got up at 12. We had toast and tea and watched Ronald Colman in 'The Prisoner of Zenda'. Dave, God bless him, offered to take us to Manchester Airport on Nov 18. Frances, we are told, is at church with her devout Granny Baker, and they left at 3 or so to go get her. We didn't move from the sofa, and ate the left-overs. Soup and gateau, &c. At 7 we watched the RSC's 'Nicholas Nickleby' on the new Channel 4. Excellently done. To bed at 10 quite shattered.
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