Very hot and sticky and un-English. Chaotic at the YP. Wore one of Pete Holroyd's shirts to work, and although I say it myself I looked a bit flash.
I altered a pair of trousers ~ transformed them from the baggy variety into narrow legged ones ~
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Tuesday May 30, 1978
Oak Apple Day ~ and King Chares II's birthday
Very hot and sticky and un-English. Chaotic at the YP. Wore one of Pete Holroyd's shirts to work, and although I say it myself I looked a bit flash.
Dave L phoned me at 6:30. He says he's got a job in pub management with Whitbread in the Gloucester area. He starts in August. Teachers everywhere should mourn his passing.
I altered a pair of trousers ~ transformed them from the baggy variety into narrow legged ones ~
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Very hot and sticky and un-English. Chaotic at the YP. Wore one of Pete Holroyd's shirts to work, and although I say it myself I looked a bit flash.
I altered a pair of trousers ~ transformed them from the baggy variety into narrow legged ones ~
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