Sunday February 27, 1983

 2nd Sunday in Lent. Full Moon.

Christopher.

Up at about 10 for a full-English breakfast. Mum listens to Radio 4, or something equally obscure and we sat tackling our eggs and bacon to the strains of 'I Know That My Redeemer Liveth' which Dad says was his father's favourite music. I sat outside sketching Waltergarth to illustrate their brochure. They seemed to like it. A cloud hung over Peny-ghent (or pen-y-ghent?), but it doesn't stop the party of Japanese hikers with great yellow back packs assaulting the south face. We left at 11:30 and went to Yeadon where Dad bought bits of wire at a DIY store. Some members of the cast of Emmerdale Farm were buying tins of gloss paint. On to Sue's. Today is Christopher's first birthday. Sue gave a party at which a conglomeration of Rhodeses and Nasons attended. Christopher danced around in a frenzy for five hours. The boy has the energy of Ajax. Frances was wearing a kilt like a grown up girl. Katie remains a fried egg. Dave came and went to do his double glazing. John came in with Janette which was a surprise because we were told she was going home for the weekend. ____________. To Lynn's after Sue had put the birthday boy to bed. More sandwiches and coffee. Mum and Dad brought us back to Club Street at 9:20.

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