Monday, July 20, 1981
Total lethargy, doing nothing in particular; playing records or watching the Test match (England pulled back to 350-9 from 135-7 with Botham 145 n.o.). Andrew attempted to ring from Denmark.
At about five I rang Jeremy and we went to the eight-ten showing of Excalibur, which was pretty good; lots of blood, gore and, occasionally, sex. The film began and ended well but sagged in the middle. When I got home Mum said Carol’s Dad had rung, “but I’ve no time for him, because when they came here we treated them like lords and they never even invited us back.” Horror as I realised how my action (or lack of it) regarding a return invite might have been taken by Claire.
I don’t know what to do!