Thursday, August 26, 1982
I worked a full day at Tesco, standing in for Lee. It seemed so wrong to have to go there when it was just my sort of morning, crisp and sunny with shadows still cool from night making my breath misty with the first hints of autumn.
Time dragged but got a bit easier as the afternoon wore on.
Wednesday, August 25, 1982
My days are loosely structured around two key moments: first, the morning post, half hoping (of course) for a half-promised letter from Her; then the ‘paper in the afternoon, for the footie results.
I hated getting back from Tesco to the dark and silent house.
Tuesday, August 24, 1982
Monday, August 23, 1982
Sunday, August 22, 1982
I didn't feel or think anything notable today. After Claire’s visit, I fell into the expected dull and lonely preoccupations. Sometimes I hate being on my own; everywhere gets messy and I lack the drive to do a thing.
In the afternoon I went over to Grant’s. He’s not really that depressed over his results but is a bit sick at having to stay another year in drudgy Easterby.