3rd Sunday after Epiphany
Communal breakfast. Papa went out and bought a News of the World which was full of lies and nonsense about the Princess of Wales. Sickening.
John phoned and came over with Janette at 3 and we all had drinks while the chicken cooked in its booze-filled pot (yes, I put far too much plonk in with the bird). We ate at 6.
________. Janette was drinking Pernod, and the lethal spirit 'opened her up' so to speak. Dad and I sat watching Shakespeare's 'Richard III' and Janette related her life story to Mum and Ally. I cannot decide which was the most dramatic - the War of the Roses or the War of the Rhodeses (of Lochans, Stranraer). John left at 7:30 for four hours to play Squash with Chris and Pete M. It's disturbing to learn that Chris now listens to tapes of Richard Clayderman, a somewhat unwholesome French pianist, with Roddy Llewellyn looks. Dubious to say the least.
_______. Mum sat quietly nodding throughout. John came back at 11:30 in the ice and took Janette home. ____________.
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