In the early afternoon, Lee and I left Jeremy to pack for Bristol and we wheeled Lee’s bike (loaded up with the cheese) back to Lee’s house, calling in on John on the way.
We all played Diplomacy again until five thirty, and then we finished walking home.
Tonight I went out for a drink with Lee and Grant at The Red Grouse and then The Windmill. We ended the evening in perverse hilarity. “We must be damned,” says Grant, smiling.
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