Sunday, March 8, 1981
Mum and Dad came over at ten after Robert and Carol had rushed around tidying up the house like madmen while I sat reading the paper on the settee. I did at least do the washing up! While Carol made lunch Mum, Dad, Robert and I went to the Packhorse Inn on the moors above Saxton for a pint. We talked about George III and got back for a superb spread of pork, roast potatoes, carrots & corn.
Dad was a bit drunk and in a really good mood whereas I felt really bitchy and horrible for some reason and resentfully took it out on Mum and Dad. We got back at five. I listened to Sounds Of Jazz and watched The Sky at Night about William Herschel before coming to bed.