Blustery to say the least. Late up - it was 7:30. Just toast. Ally looks better but no recovered by any means and she returned to bed when I left at 8.
Busy day. Mrs Slocombe 's 'what is this?' badger sensation is sweeping the office. Photostats of badgers in various poses are appearing all over the newsroom.
At lunchtime I bought Ally some tiny earrings with green stones - 99p. It's the thought that counts. Spoke to Ally on the blower. Mum and Dad are setting out to Pudsey to see Auntie Mabel and then Auntie Hilda. Ally says that Dad is like a cat on hot bricks in the house. A caged animal. (Perhaps a badger?). I hope he'll be kept busy up at Horton.
Tonight we ate corn on the cob and left over lasagne and I attacked a blue Stilton cheese. We browsed through Mum's catalogue and picked out over £100 worth of gear. Top of the Pops and the ghastly Russell Harty. Ally phoned Bessie. Cousin Beverley is expecting a second child. She and Tony (Tebby) have a daughter, Zoë. Graham and Gill have bought a golden retriever of which they will take possession next month.
Mum and Dad return from Guiseley. ________________. Mum and Dad look like fatted pigs, and worry me greatly. We sat laughing at the way Mum and Dad always go up to bed with four or five newspapers, and they read every page. The rustling goes on far into the night.
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