Sunday, February 7, 1982
Mum and Dad left to go on an eight-mile walk at Withenkirk before I got up. The weather was sunny, quite spring-like, but I sat/laid in the house bored, reading the paper, feeling lethargic and depressed and thinking. . . .
Grant rang at about four, and Mum and Dad came back as I was talking to him: I really wished I'd gone with them. Robert rang too. He and Carol have applied for a job in Zambia for married couples.
My mind is dull at the thought of soooomuch work! I talked to Mum about my Brynmor / Watermouth dilemma: “Well, you know our opinion,” etc.