At 10:30 I phoned Geoff Hemingway. He was chuffed about the job. I arranged to meet him at the Town Hall Tavern at 2. A postman arrived, fat and sweaty, who handed me a letter without a stamp and asked me to cough up 22p. It's from Sam Smith's telling us we are to train at the Linthorpe Hotel, Middlesbro'. Phoned Ally who was excited. Lynn phoned to ask about Winchester. She tried to assure Ally saying that once the first 12 weeks (of pregnancy) are over it's a doddle. I went to see Jacq ______. She has been going out with a shoplifter who specialises in videos. To the Town Hall Tavern for 2. Sat with Peter Lazenby, Roy Holland and Nicola Gould. Geoff followed. Sank a few pints and some whisky. Geoff, delighted about the job, asked if the baby was a mistake. Staggered back in the hot sun to the YP and found the library dull and gloomy. All were tearing up photographs in that unpleasant, thick atmosphere. Kathleen doesn't like Capricorn people and hopes that our baby is late and born after January 21. Home to Ally. Pork chops. Prince William is one today. We didn't see him. His parents are in Ottowa.
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