The leaves are gone. Only last week we ate breakfast watching the birds on the ash tree full of golden leaves, but today the branches stand bare.
YP insignificant. Spent my lunch hour at the market buying aubergines and peppers for Saturday's dinner spectacular. Home at 6 to roast breast of lamb and jacket potatoes. Top of the Pops was followed by that dreadful series Tenko, full of sweaty, old menopausal women in a Japanese labour camp. Like Emmerdale Farm in a heatwave. Ally seems to like it. Definitely a womans sort of programme. We sat with the curtains open all evening to deter little mischief makers. If it was only young glue-sniffing hooligans I wouldn't mind. Mary is holding court again for her leech-like Tupperware ladies. Miss Moore is like Lady Londonderry - a great hostess. [Not the present Lady Londonderry. I'm going back a bit].
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