Tuesday, 9 December 2014

1726

People revolt over gin and brandy tax.  Quite right too.

In holy shit at pub.  As per.  Keeping out of there for the forseeable.

Feel thinner.  Stomach reacting badly to nervousness.

Weird dream - my parents, my seaside flat and the Queen.  I had to drive D o E's car in the snow to deliver some curtains to Balmoral.  I realised I could park it anywhere as it didn't matter if it got a parking ticket.  If it was left for any length of time it sounded an alarm and security people appeared. I actually needed them because I couldn't drive this damned car or deliver the stupid curtains.  Eventually some sensible bloke appeared to help me out but he didn't really.  Met Lady Jane and Lady Anne, the very nice practical ladies in waiting.  Horsey sort.

Didn't go to SW.  Will try Friday.  If I keep up this weight loss I will be a sugarplum by then.

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