DADDY BETS ON THE DERBY...

W E D N E S D A Y,  7  J U N E

There's this little nest by the window by Anya and my desks, and there's a tiny little bird in it. He's just a bit of flesh with bones sticking out everywhere, I can't bear to look at him. Every so often he gathers all his strength and raises his head up as far as he can, opening his beak so wide that it's as big as his body. Then, absolutely worn out, his head flops down again and practically falls off. It's horrible as his mother never seems to come.

My whole back ached horribly whenever I breathed deeply in today, it still does, and occasionally I get those funny pricks.

In History talked about the war.

“Israel’s so tiny and she’s against 12 countries but she still seems to be winning.”

I jolly well hope she does. The Arabs want to exterminate Israel. Anybody who wants to wipe out another nation ought to be stopped, to say the least.

Let out at 5 past 3 because of the Derby. On the bus these sixth-formers had the radio on so they could hear it - and then we heard the one Daddy betted on, Sloop, was near the front! Got so excited! In the end it only came 5th. The favourite, Royal Palace, won.

Changed into new dress at home. About 6.15 Dad and all the chaps he took to the Derby today came - three were from Scotland and their accents were lovely. Daddy made about £20 but lost about £40! On the terrace we had fab open sandwiches, tea, and cake. A 'Rolls' came to take them to the airport, but before they went Chump and me got in it to see what it was like – super smell of leather! Felt very grand in it.

Listen to French radio and learnt all German irregular verbs. Then Lucy rang me up, and told me Procol Harum are Number 1 !!! 

 Had diarrhoea, and the queasiness went.