Tuesday, April 21, 1981
I felt the same as yesterday, and when Mum and Dad came back at three, full of tales of their visit yesterday to Chatsworth House, I felt worse. Jeremy rang at about four-ish and we were “title-tattling” (as Mum put it) for half-an-hour, talking about other people, etc. I arranged to go across to his house tomorrow. He said I oozed an air of superiority (“everyone comments on it”), which didn’t do my ego any good. I worry too much over little things!
Strangely enough, I was in a good mood all evening.