Up and in the bath. The postman brought nothing from a brewery. David is 27 today and dear Auntie Mabel is 64. Ally remembered to post her card last night just before the post office closed.
I was perturbed to hear on the news that Princess Michael of Kent was attacked yesterday at the Ideal Home Exhibition by a mad 'wolf man' who attempted to bite Her Royal Highness.
At breakfast I told Ally I'll phone some pubs tonight to enquire about part time jobs. Boiled eggs and toast.
To the YP. _________. Geoff Hemingway tells me that he's asked Malcolm (Barker) on many occasions to find me employment, and now that he knows we are interested in a pub he will have a word with some top brass at Tetley's. He also said he will give me a reference or help with anything and do anything in his power to assist. He is such a good friend.
Later, feeling quite cheerful and tending to my spider plants, Mum phoned with some tragic news. Poor Audrey Baker had a car accident this morning at the crossroads at Pool Bank, and is in hospital with a fractured skull, two broken legs, and internal injuries. David with his father and brothers are at Leeds General Infirmary. Mum says Audrey is 'very poorly'. A gloomy afternoon reflecting on the insecurity of life. Audrey, happily going about her busy life yesterday, and today is flat out, precariously close to death.
Ally phoned Lynn at 4:30 and she said that Audrey was conscious after an operation and she had wished David a happy birthday. She is to have an operation on her internal injuries tonight. Apparently Lynn was passed the tearful stage and in a rage damning the motor car.
We had pie and peas. Phoned Auntie Mabel and wished her a happy birthday. She has had twenty three birthday cards and a visit from Marlene. I bottled beer. Obviously, I phoned no pubs. I am a useless object.
The nine o'clock news was pleasant. (Arthur) Scargill has once again been kicked in the naughty parts by his miners. They voted not to strike. Her Majesty has arrived in Canada, and it's still raining.
Watched a play on the BBC set in Ireland in 1959. To bed with Pepys but didn't look at it.
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