AND THERE WAS SNOW!
F R I D A Y, 8 D E C E M B E R
Wore green skirt and beige jumper, and another jumper underneath. Boots too (hopeless for keeping you warm).
Got to school late because cars and queues everywhere - but there was so much snow it didn’t seem to matter! In the end Chump and me got out of the car on the Dorking road and walked all the way, me with my paper flowers for the Christmas Bazaar.
Break was nice: Tig and me chatted with Dibble and Jill. It’s horrifying - scientists can now fiddle around with people’s brains to such an extent they can create terribly brainy people, and people with a low intelligence to do the manual work. Also they can store human sperm to use them later; for example, if a sailor is away from home for a long time and his wife wants to have a baby, he sends his sperm to her. When things go this far life is pointless.
After lunch Tig, Martha, Anne and me went outside onto the field and played snowballs. Once two people charged at me and I went flying round in a circle with sprays of snow everywhere - it was so gorgeous, it made me feel I was in a film!
“How I’d love to act in a film like ‘Un Homme et Une Femme’.”
At home I made tea with crumpets and Daddy got a marvellous fire going. I adore it when there’s snow outside and a roaring fire in. Must have been like that in the olden days. Sometimes I wish Christmas could be more traditional with skating on the pond, home-made Xmas pudding with real flames round it, log fires all the time and holly instead of ghastly paper chains.
Ma got this book on Dylan Thomas’ letters out of the library. They were like poems or plays in themselves. I wish I could write like that. Later saw a programme on Jacqueline du Pré; it must be so nice to have something you really love, like the cello. I wish I was mad on painting or something.
Ruth wore a maxi skirt today!
“The beginnings of the maxi skirt”
Model Karen Mossberg wearing a maxi skirt, winter 1967. Photo: Pierre Boulat
