Thursday, August 12, 1982
Dad handed in his uniform today, and despite Mum’s faltering “where has thirty years gone? (savagely repudiated with cries of “Don’t be stupid” and “stop it!”), everyone was in good spirits. Dad was positively good humoured at bedtime.
In the afternoon Lee came round to change the tires on my bike. I felt utterly depressed with everything: Uni., myself, the future. . . . I spoke to Grant on the ‘phone and he says he feels “changed” by our London experience. “I view things from a more detached viewpoint now.”