Friday August 12, 1983

Club Street: listed.

 We have a letter from the Department of the Environment informing us that our dear, neglected home, that tiny weavers' cottage, is in fact a listed building. So we now join the ranks of historic home owners and can now rub shoulders with the likes of Lord Pembroke (Wilton), the Duke of Marlborough (Blenheim), and Tony Gadsby (Wilsby). Mary Moore has always insisted that the little houses on Club Street dated from the days of the beginning of the industrial revolution (circa 1760) but I have been sceptical. We will have to write to the DofE for information. The only drawback is that now we may be restricted if wanting to make improvements. Dormer windows and the like are out. We have also received a letter from Jean Watts. We sat beneath the tree in the garden eating our horrible lunch and reading our mail. Barbecue night. Not as busy as last week. Long lulls at the bar. Koo Stark has left the bearded 23 year-old Prince Andrew. I'm pleased. Princess Margaret is on holiday in Italy with Norman Lonsdale and their children.

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