Diary entry - 12th November 1973

Wrote to Leigh's - a little drawing of gate on the bottom - ooh saucy! Still awful - but a sunny day at least. No lettres as usual. Cold. Some must come tomorrow, surely?! Lynne's gone off to see if Marc will give her a lift into Cordes for shopping. She only has 50f so insists on eating in garden! I walk over the Tummy Belly track to the local rock and wreath pile. To view the valley and two white towers ( walls ) where we once saw one and found the other. ?! Too cold and nature calls to write a brief word of praise on the lessons we learn from postmen, The cauldron is boiling , so i must away and don my kitchen slug outfit. Bubble-hubble toil and trouble. Hiss! Spit! The logs scream, the coffee pot harmonises. Kite broke in breeze, Gyp jumped on falling remains. Tried to saw/ machine some muslin for another but it kept going wrong. O what a day. Lackaway!