Monday May 3, 1982

 Bank Holiday in UK

To the YP. Town was like one of those gold prospecting towns in the wild west forty years after the gold rush had died. The only thing missing was the blowing brushwood. Felt as though I was the only person heading out to work. 'To Labour and not to ask for any reward save that of knowing we do thy will. Amen'.

At the office at 9 o'clock and found that we had sunk the General Belgrano, the Argentine's biggest thing afloat. Splendid work. The prime minister is the best we've had since Lord Palmerston. Phoned Ally. 'Nicholas and Alexandra' was on TV.

Home at 5:30. We had mince in suet but the electric hob thing packed in mid-way and our dinner was a prolonged and bitty affair. Back to the crockpot once again. Dear old Florence Nason gave the electric rings to Sue & Pete in 1980 when they bought West End Terrace.

Ally looked tired and miserable. A man came to the door and asked me to vote Conservative on Thursday. The poor chap, the candidate called Lewis, doesn't stand a chance.

Watched Lesley Anne Down in a dreadful TV film of Agatha Christie's 'Murder is Easy'. Buggered, to bed.

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