Day reading and preparing tax return information, replacing my lost car key, and then attending the Kimbolton School Association’s Barn Dance with Diana and Marilyn
A cool day with a strong breeze, fading later. An extended lay in bed completing all manner of reading that has been weighing down my briefcase lately. Diana to Huntingdon with my car key serial number and there to get a duplicate key – I had lost my own key yesterday. After lunch I settle to bring my own personal papers up to date and reply to my accountants with information for my 1982/3 Tax Return which they complete on my behalf.
Late in the afternoon I take Diana’s car to the office and try my new key which fits the Rover fine. An opportunity to get rid of my completed reading from my briefcase and photocopy the Income Tax enclosures. This, together with elimination of unnecessary information, allows my expandable briefcase to be closed without expansion for the first time in a few weeks. Also to authorise the entire personal expense claims for the group and complete my own.
Home in time for a wash, shave and change into studied casuals for the School Association’s Barn or Country Dance to the Brixs and Brussels band. I take both Diana and Marilyn who is escorted, to her concern, by the newly divorced employee of husband David’s company Tesco. He has been all too close to Marilyn recently but David does not seem to mind. A very energetic and enjoyable evening’s dancing with line or wave dances, square and circle dances and a merry confusion of steps and partners at times. Though uncommon, these dances have a good effect of making everybody dance and mix as the steps land you with new partners and couples during their progress. The band was implored to play on awhile afterwards as we all recovered from our evening’s exertions. Marilyn is a strange but warm soul, secretly bringing in her home-made wine to save pennies and, both in conversation and action, displaying an exceptional naivety that is both endearing on the one hand but could be rather irritating for a husband trying to avoid embarrassment.
Home to bed after midnight and we retire after drinking lots of liquids and paying off Marilyn’s daughter Caroline who babysat for us.