Wednesday, January 28, 1981
I felt ill today. When I closed my eyes, everything seemed to be spinning round, so I took some Hedex tablets and went to school but I didn’t improve; in fact I felt worse. I was dizzy and my head felt light and I half-promised myself I’d go home. The atmosphere was really moody and irritable and Deborah seemed touchy, fed up and short-tempered. Briscoe wanted me to play rugby again tonight but I said I was too ill, plus I don’t want it to become a regular thing, with me as a relied on member of the team. I felt guilty though. Throughout double English I kept feeling dizzy, and after another newspaper meeting I went straight to bed when I got home.