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Saturday May 7, 1983

 I was awake early and could not go back to sleep. I was reading Alexandre Dumas before 8am. At nine I climbed out and left Ally a note and went out to buy bread rolls and a newspaper. A dark, wet and grotty day. It pelted with rain this afternoon and is about as much like a May day as Michael Foot is like the leader of a political party. We worked in the kitchen preparing dinner from 9:30. Furious activity cooking and cleaning. _____________. The food emerged splendidly and the only mishap was when I accidentally kicked a two litre bottle of lemonade down the cellar steps. The incident resembled the sinking of the Titanic. Ally looked sexy and slinky in her long purple frock, three years old but good. We sat with elderberry wine waiting for the dinner guests, and toast Ally's tummy.

MM drove Marita and Dave L here for 8:30. We dined at 9, and amazingly we were still sitting at the table at 1am. We dined on tomato and orange soup, seafood pancakes, and silverside beef cooked in wine with black peppercorns, &c. Profiteroles with chocolate rum sauce, cheeses, coffee, two bottles of white wine, one bottle of red, and two carafes of home made red. Sumptuous, impressive and a delight. Dave had eaten a salad before he came not expecting such a repast, but managed to keep up with us all the same. Discussed religion, reincarnation, ghosts, and Princess Anne, and in HRH's defence I say her unpopularity is media manufactured, &c. Marita, who is into ghosts in a big way, told us she has a photograph of her great-grandmother which is haunted and speaks to her. The face, Victorian, changes with various moods. She can tell how great-grandma is feeling by looking at the framed photo each morning. MM cannot take it seriously and thinks it's a joke. I can believe anything. 

David is godfather tomorrow to Helen Orchard, daughter of Mick, and he laughs because he is a non-believer, and yet people clamour to ask him to stand as godfather to their children. We looked at photo albums and they left at 2am. A very enjoyable night.

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