Saturday November 26, 1983

Coleford, Gloucestershire

Ally & Matthew.

Woke up early for breakfast with Matthew, who smashed his crockery, and poured his juice on Tara, the dog. An electrician was working in the house and the electricity was on and off all morning. Ally munched her way through a tin of Danish biscuits. After breakfast of eggs and bacon we went to the local pub and sat in the entrance hall (because of Matthew) and had a couple of drinks. Everyone knows Graham. He must have an irresistible back because everybody pats him on it. After 2 we left Gloucestershire . Following Graham's map we were home by our fireside in 4 hours or so. Long, boring motorways. I walked to the fish and chip shop in drizzle and came back with fish and curry sauce. We lay in the dark watching TV and looking at our correspondence - bills, bills, bills. To bed with King Richard III and his hunchback.

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