Sunday June 19, 1983

 3rd Sunday after Trinity

Father's Day

Hot. Mum and Dad's 29th wedding anniversary. We had breakfast in the cold, dark kitchen and then went out into the heat and sat with B, who was knitting furiously. Bought a Sunday Telegraph and read about George V's so-called bigamous marriage with a Miss Culme-Seymour in Malta in 1890. Ridiculous, and of course if he'd married in 1890 then it would not have been bigamous, albeit illegal (under the terms of the Royal Marriages Act). His 1893 marriage to Mary of Teck would have been the 'bigamous' union.

Ally put on a tight, black swimsuit and looked like a seal, but a sexy one. We lay on the lawn with iced lemonade. Gloomy about going home. Frank was more civilised today and he chatted about our new life. In fact he was jovial. Andrew came home this afternoon, white, from an all night party at Ovington and after a sleep he was off out again. Bessie says he has bought a piece of jewelry costing £6. She found the empty box in the bin. Presumably it's a gift for Lorraine. Bessie debates what it might be at that price. Not the Spencer tiara. We lunched at 2. Just the four of us. Pork.

Bessie & Frank

They drove us up to Victoria for 6. Still hot. Frank and Ally went off to the loo and Bessie and I stood on a windswept corner. Her dress inflating in a Marilyn Monroe moment (The Seven Year Itch). We departed at 6:30. Bessie looked tearful. Our 'Rapide' coach was far from rapid. Home via Sheffield and Huddersfield and we staggered in at 11. We had trouble unlocking the door. A letter awaits us from Younger's brewery asking us to go for an interview on the A1 at Darrington on June 27. It feels so good that we do not have to go. Piles of bills. The house stank like a mausoleum. Bed after 12. Hot and sticky. I phoned Horton this morning. They were having a family gathering and all were there.

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