Ally was bounding around waiting for the postman but he brought nothing from Viking Taverns. She does resemble her Auntie Annie, over in Colne.
At the YP a ghastly day. Kathleen and Sarah stood around loudly discussing the alterations to the working day that will be put into place when Carol and I are gone. ________. Mr Lawler is to see us all individually to tell us what we are due.
Home in the daylight. I sat downstairs on the omnibus to avoid inhaling tobcco smoke. The upper deck often resembles an Australian bush fire. We had lasagne and rosé wine. Ally was sneezing and pale and went up to bed with 'Cold Comfort Farm', but ten minutes later she was tucked up with no intention of reading.
I watched the news. Her Majesty has arrived in Acapulco, Mexico. A little Scotsman is celebrating in the water workers pay dispute.
One of the Sunday papers contained a fun tale. The Queen Mother dislikes President Jimmy Carter because he is, she says, the only man to have kissed her on the lips since the death of her dear husband. The affrontery. Unlike most people I don't have the opportunity to look at the Sunday papers until Friday.
I watched Dorothy Tutin in a play on BBC2. I phoned Mum. Her new cooker is in. A man from the quarry stayed at Waltergarth last night but declined the full-English breakfast. Historic. He was their first paying guest. Auntie Eleanor's house is up for sale. Where can she be going? An artist at Horton is to paint Waltergarth. She sounded like an excited young girl. The move has been great for them. I slumbered in a chair and woke at 11:50.
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