Sunday October 20, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

20th Sunday after Trinity

Bitterly cold. Auntie Mabel phoned as I was emerging from the cellar for breakfast. She has been on holiday. Somewhere south, and visited Windsor. A pleasant day at home. Off from 2:30. I sat with a Cornish pastie and tuned into a ghastly John Wayne film. What an incredibly boring actor he was. Samuel has been leaving puddles everywhere. We have a soggy carpet.

Read the Sunday Telegraph. Nancy Mitford's harrowing end. Hodgkinson's disease (sic). Or is it Hodgkin's? Or Patrick Jenkin disease? Oh, I don't know. 

The Waleses with Burnet.

This evening Sir Alastair Burnet interviewed the Waleses at Kensington Palace. Diana came over excellently and seemed self-confident though she hasn't shaken off that shy look. The prince fought off the rubbish about vegetarianism, spiritualism and all the other uncomfortable 'isms', but on the whole I think it was the princess who did the best. Saw the children assaulting a piano. It was followed by a play 'Trelawny of the Wells' by Arthur Wing Pinero. Excellent. Ally giggled. To bed.

-=-