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Friday March 4, 1983

 A Spring-like day. We slept in the attic room at the top of the house and awakened at 7 when Frances came to our bed whilst Lynn made breakfast. A sweet, old fashioned little thing. We held her up at the window and she gleefully pointed at the sheep in the fields opposite.Katie has a cold and is in her cot gasping and snoring. Poor little thing. We had boiled eggs and toast. I went at 8 down the lane and got a bus to Leeds. Ally waved me off nursing Frances. David took her to Bradford because he has a meeting there at 9:30. At the YP Kathleen is still off and Sarah is in Scarborough with Austin-Clarke. Carol says it will be a wrench to leave the library but that it has to be done. I say that we must have a joint booze-up when our 'severance' occurs and Ally and the President Carter look-alike must be included. She agrees. I am now feeling easier about going. Obviously, I'm nervous. It's the only thing I have done since leaving school. For ten years I've been encased in this concrete block with no windows.

Ally phoned saying she is hungover. Went to 'my' Park Square and had a chicken and mushroom pie. Home on the bus reading a magazine dedicated  to our historic houses recently demolished to make way for adventure playgrounds and coal miners' social clubs. Very depressing. We ate liver and onions with tons of mashed potato. Ally in her 'Andy Pandy' dungarees and white shoes. She says Lynn and Dave do not share our enthusiasm about a pub, and that Lynn cannot take it in that I'm willing to accept voluntary redundancy. They must think I am a fixture at the YP. ________.

News: Watched the 9 o'clock news. The Queen in the US. Her Majesty's jewels are bigger than Nancy Reagan's. Prince William has arrived in Scotland. The Prince of Wales on an omniped at a youth club. Glynnie phoned at 8 to confirm our booking. To bed at 9:42.

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