Healthy panic

Another hot, sticky summer-like day. I was dressed all in black and feeling the heat. In History, Mrs. Mills remarked on our remarkable coolness considering the nearness of ‘A’ levels. She was encouraging us to develop a state of “healthy panic.”

I had a History test on Bismarck last period and then Art and I left school feeling in a good mood. Impressive Dali-esque sunset clouds.

Nothing has really developed Falklands-wise, but war now looks inevitable. Dad indulges in his usual jingoist reveling. I intended working in the evening but Tim and Peter called round and stayed a couple of hours or so and we indulged in the usual crude rumour mongering and cheap jokes.