Friday July 15, 1983

 Today is the first St Swithun's Day to dawn without the presence of Mrs Ethel Greenwood since 1888. It is worth pausing and thinking about this for a moment. Once again my pink Pig and I returned to town to ransack the shops. In the last two days we have disposed of £300 on next to nothing. Ally says £1m would be such an easy amount to get rid of. Ally found a pair of particularly attractive red shoes reminiscent of the sandals worn by a Roman legionaire. At lunch we found solace in a rough bar beneath the Berni Inn where we disposed of fish and chips cooked by an enormous woman with great arms and bulging thighs. And I wasn't the only one to comment on this. At home and to keep awake Ally phoned Bessie. She was told that Andrew is in a mess. He recently gave up his job without informing his parents of his intentions and is now painting the utility room to earn the money with which to go on holiday. He is a problem. Frank was at a dinner in Bournemouth. Ally had her hair trimmed. Mum phoned. ____. Too hot to sleep.

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