Our alarm tinkled its dawn greeting at 6:44. Splashed in the bath and lay contentedly midst the avocado bubbles contemplating my toe-nails. They need clipping. Ally was bouncing around taking in the joys of February.
To the YP with grim determination. Margo says the 'badger' themed postcard was very successful. Worked without a lunch break and didn't get away until 5. Nothing of importance occurred in my absence. George Howard's son is engaged to Derek Nimmo's daughter. Sir John Taylor, the chairman of Timothy Taylor's brewery is to take the title Lord Ingrow (as in toe-nail). Evidently Ingrow is a hamlet close to his native Keighley.
I attempted to phone Mum all afternoon but the line was constantly engaged and so I reported it to the Post Office. Home for a ploughman's. Sue phoned at 8. They had been to Horton-in-Ribblesdale yesterday. We joked about Peter. I always tell her that she 'has made a rod for her own back', as Mama used to say. Margaret came to see her today and asked 'how's Christopher and the baby?' Sue gently reminded her mother-in-law that she only has the one baby. Mum then phoned . They've been stripping the walls at Waltergarth and have made headway. They have opened up a fireplace ready for Saturday. They have a letter from Uncle Bert __________. He is getting a train to Settle on Saturday. It is going to be a wild 'do'. Bessie phoned. Frank's foot continues to give pain but he's taking anti-biotics, and using a walking stick.
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