Lingered in bed until almost noon. The usual full-English followed. Ally looking angelic in her checked dress (bought in Salisbury), little green boots and plum coloured tights. We left at noon for Gloucester, on the M4, I think. Listening to a tape of the Rolling Stones en route. Over the Severn Bridge - magnificent views, and then to my horror, I realised we were in Wales, if only briefly. for the first time. Surprised to see that the people look quite civilised. One Welshman was actually walking a dog on a lead. I was led to believe that the Welsh ate dogs. We passed by one pub but obviously it was closed. To Coleford for 2 and found Mile End easily. Graham and Gill are living in a state of tremendous upheaval, the sitting room the only place fit for habitation. Matthew is growing, looking so very Dixon. Ally nursed the baby and gave him his bottle. Graham arrived home at 6 with a bottle of Emva Cream sherry. Dined on lasagne at 8. Sat with them until 12, and returned to Winchester for 1:30am.
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