Friday, July 13, 1984

Dress code

The funsters had risen early with their thick heads and bloodshot eyes and were all gone by eight thirty, because some people still work in Thatcher’s England.

I didn’t get up until noon. Jeremy and Tommy came with me into Easterby where we split up and I tried unsuccessfully to get a coach ticket back to Watermouth, before I got a lift back to Egley with Dad. Grant Riley called round late afternoon and stayed for tea. We went for a drink in Farnshaw.

We were refused service at the Windmill at Moxthorpe Roundabout because Grant was wearing “faded denims.” He’s moving off Gloucester campus next term and intends spending most of the summer in Easterby.

We met Jeremy in the Red Grouse.

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