Friday, September 16, 1983


At dinnertime I went to Lee’s and he, Duncan Verity, John and I played Diplomacy, yet another board game, which went on all afternoon until we were interrupted by the return of Mrs. Hoy.

I walked home and it rained all the way; I got soaked. Duncan was irritating—petulant when losing but flapping his hands and rubbing his legs in excitement when he was on top.

No comments:

Google Analytics Alternative