Chillandham Cross, Itchen Abbas
To soggy Winchester. Took Ally to have her hair done. Outside the trendy music-filled hairdresser she stood, knees knocking, trembling with fear, for some reason. Bessie went off with Samuel and I held Ally's hand as she went inside. They gave her a coffee and I sat watching, reading last Christmas's Vogue. We emerged after an hour. Ally looking like a glamour girl. _________. Tonight we had a drink with F & B and watched a documentary on the life of Billie Holiday, the black jazz singer. What an exxceptionally dreary voice she had.
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