Saturday, June 26, 1982
The weather finally broke overnight and I got up to sun and cloud-blue skies.
Mum and Dad left after more post-mealtime despair and conflict (with Dad). They left me in the dining room to work. Ha ha. Finally, in the late afternoon, I ground into action and read various essays while lying on the floor.
Andrew rang; the threatened rail-strike is jeopardising his Denmark trip which is supposed to begin July 10th.
I didn't feel anything particularly strongly. Tomorrow I’m tempted to go hiking with Mum and Dad but revision anxieties wouldn't let me enjoy it. . . .
In a strange sort of way I feel content.