Thursday, September 24, 1981

Didn't, couldn't . . .

I didn’t bother going to school because I had no lessons, but I didn’t do anything else either, merely reveling in my good fortune. It rained much of the afternoon. I wanted to go into Easterby but couldn’t make a decision.

At three-thirty I went down to Art; beforehand, had to sit and listen to Steve reliving tales of Chapelside to Deborah; I didn’t know what to feel. I thoroughly enjoyed Art again.

I watched TV all evening.

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