New Moon
Frosty, but no snow. Lingered in bed until well after 7. Ally was up ironing before breakfast. Currant tea cakes and coffee.
To the YP. The press goes too far this time. After the recent dreadful treatment of Princess Anne and Capt Mark Phillips, and the to-do about Koo Stark the Mirror and the Sun now claim that the Princess of Wales is suffering from anorexa nervosa, the slimmers disease. The princess is painfully thin and looking gaunt, but I suspect it's as a result of the endless columns of drivel filling our newspapers on a daily basis. Buckingham Palace really should do something about the Press. The cheap nasties are making life Hell for some members of the Royal Family. Photos of Princess Anne's children in the papers. Peter (Phillips) is 5 today - both are blond and bonnie.
Home at 5:45. Chicken stew and dumplings. Bessie phoned at 8:30. Her sister, Hilda White, died at 9:30 last night. Ally had a little weep. Afterwards we sat with a coffee. The funeral takes place on Wednesday. A cremation at Burnley. Ally has never been to a funeral and quakes at the prospect. I will attempt to take the day off. How will I collect my travellers cheques in Leeds when I'm going to a funeral?
Missed Panorama's profile of Yuri Andropov. He looks like a right pillock. Switched over to the dreadfully dated film 'Carwash' from '76. Claptrap. Ally is still ironing three days later.
Mum phoned. They have bought a guest house in Horton-in-Ribblesdale. I am shocked and disappointed, but then realise it's selfish of me to want then to take on a pub. They must find something to do which makes them happy and contented. They seem to be thrilled by the place which is, quaintly, called Waltergarth.
Phoned Susie and arranged to go tomorrow night for a haircut. Will see Mum and Dad at West End Terrace.
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