Was up at 7 filling in an application form. Why will I be a success in a pub? How can I answer that one? Toast and tea.
I have decided that Malcolm Barker is like Caligula, only more unpredictable. Read the Sunday papers and of Marcia Falkender's account of (Harold) Wilson's resignation in '76. I am suspicious of why he went so suddenly. We haven't heard the last of it. Also read the serialised journals of the Shah of Iran's last ambassador to the UK 1976-77 (in the Sunday papers). Love diaries.
YP: Mrs Slocombe was filing photos of wildlife and held up a photo exclaiming: 'what beast is this unidentified, small and furry animal?' It was a badger. A badger. She hadn't a clue.
Tonight: Ally's nose glowed like a beacon. She's starting with a cold. Hilda phoned Mama. Karen is pregnant and due in August. Bessie phoned. Penny Browne had a son yesterday. We had fish and chips, and then later on had cheese on toast. Watched TV until after 12. Mum and Dad sat looking a plumbing brochures for sinks for their Waltergarth bedrooms and for a microwave oven - posh. To bed at 12:30. Poor Ally isn't 100 per cent.
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