I pretended to revise. Exams start on Monday next, and Jeremy, Claire, and Lee worked in bursts, me not at all. Deborah is still at Queen's Club, at the tennis; how dead it seems when she isn’t here.
Making of Mankind was ace. It was the last one, and made me feel angry at the artificial veneer of culture which dictates our habits, values, actions etc. I hope Thatcher was watching it. By the end I felt angry at the army, the government, and society. Shirley rang; Janet had her baby at nine-fifteen and Shirley announced that I was an ‘uncle'. His name is Michael John Carter.
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