I caught the Gilthwaite bus onto Lodgehill and walked down to Lee’s. Lee was bent over his desk fitting new lenses into his Malcolm X sunglasses when I got there, his Mum humming and singing to herself contentedly as she pottered about. Lee was very subdued during the time I was there.
Jeremy turned up shortly after I did. I felt down, so I left after a few hours and caught the bus into Easterby and went to meet Mum at Nanna P.’s up Cross Green Road. The latter looked ill, grey and old and quite subdued. Uncle Kenneth called round briefly while I was there.
No feelings for relatives.
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