Saturday, August 18, 1984

Soul mates


Saturday has come and gone and I've hardly left the house, content instead to slump in front of the TV most of the day or to continue reading Colin Wilson, picking up where I left off weeks ago.

I’ve lived on a diet of sausages, soup and tea—cup after cup of it. I’ve watched In The Heat of the Night, Airport, the film version of The Likely Lads, a documentary about still born babies. . . .

I’ve deliberately avoided going round to see Lee as he has eleven days left to finish his two essays. I haven’t seen or heard from him since Wednesday afternoon. Lindsey has been away all weekend with her family and Susie has gone up to Leicester to visit Conrad’s parents, so I’ve been left to my own devices.

Laziness and its soul mate Boredom are my biggest enemies.

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