Wednesday, September 12, 1984

Rain grey


Mum told me today that Dad is seriously thinking of jacking his job in at Christmas and may stay ‘retired’ permanently. . . .

I spent the day predictably. I did an hour’s work if that—a token gesture brought on by Mum’s arrival home from school and Nanna P.’s arrival at six. The weather has broken and it rained grey all afternoon.

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