Got three weeks pay! Oh for the sands of Ibiza!
Out with Carole to the Regent and then the Station Hotel and the Ings (Yuk) and then the Drop. Carole was nice. Discussed very little. She may be going on holiday with Fogarty.
Back at Pine Tops. Mum and Dad entertain Ernest and Edith to home-brew. Much pissed.
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