Monday, July 26, 1982
I spent all day at Grant's and got home just as it was getting dark. We went into Easterby to buy our bus tickets for our London trip next month (£10.00 each) and to look at books. I bought a volume of poems by William Blake and a book of Baudelaire’s prose and poetry. We walked back to Grant's house and degenerated into total boredom and banality. At times I really felt quite bad.
Mum and Dad were in a good mood and talkative, unlike last night when everything was tense and filled with pregnant silences and the threat of misunderstandings. I wish it was always this way!