Do not feel like working today and decide over breakfast to pack up and come home at 12 o'clock. After three and a half hours I'm back in Guiseley and standing outside the Albion fish and chip shop with my tongue hanging out. Since returning from Ibiza I have been obsessed with this tasty delicacy that has delighted the palate of millions for several generations. I cannot control myself and dash through the door and eat fish and chips on the spot.
Home at 1 o'clock for lunch. Bacon sandwiches this time. Mum and Dad go back to work and I ring John & Maria to see what's going on this afternoon. Molly tells me they are out but they come round at 3 after receiving my message. Maria devours chunk after chunk of orange cake and we sup cups of tea whilst some decision about how we are to spend the afternoon is reached. Eventually we decide to go to Guiseley Library - Maria and I do anyway. I get a novel by Trollope which no doubt I'll even give a second glance at, and a volume on the descendants of Charles II and Nell Gwyn. Maria came in to see if there was anything on christian names. Nothing interesting catches her eye and they bring me home at 4.30. I spend an hour before tea reading a chapter on the Dukes of St Albans.
I am giving some thought whether I should, or should not, purchase John's car. He says he'll never afford to run it once he is in his own residence and the advantage of buying it from him is that I can do so by paying weekly installments or £10 or so. At tea time Dad does his best to disuade me, saying that I'd have to put the motor before all other things and he dedicated a greater part of the monologue to the listing of the sacrifices I would be compelled to make.
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