Holy Innocents
Out to Jim and Margaret's this evening. All the family arrived before 10pm and we supped and made merry until nearly dawn.
Maria and I had the usual Goon~like session and I pushed mounds of cream cake into her face. Blame it on the cocktails. Harvey Wallbangers, &c.
David B was quiet but Lynn was boisterous. Susan and Peter went off to bed at about 5:30 (Mum and Dad had left at about 3am) and I was left with Pamela N and Tchaikovsky's 'Romeo & Juliet' until the milkman made his way to the door through the snow.
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Saturday February 1, 1986
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