WORKMEN OUGHT TO KNOW BETTER

Note the choreographed bellbottoms in the background.

T U E S D A Y,  1 8  J U L Y

Daddy made me so mad in the morning: he got furious with Mummy just because she left the Volkswagen parked so he couldn’t quite get past. He is so childish - the only reason she left it there was because he hadn’t left enough room in the garage.

Worked in Art with Anya and Tig again. We were just singing “je suis le roi dans mon lit” ('Le Roi des Fournis') when Mrs Price, listening in, said to this sixth former, “well, this is a cultured place - they’re quoting French poetry.” Polnareff the poet!

At about 12 Anya and me walked down to town, via the Cabbage Patch, destination Rumbelows. I bet they were sick of seeing us again. We spent ages looking for ‘Ame Caline’ and were very annoyed it wasn’t there, but then ‘All You Need is Love’ came on so we stayed another 5 minutes. I bet they were glad to see the backs of us. Returning to school we lay down in the sun, and watched everyone who went past and the way they walked!

“It’s incredible: the number of people who don’t walk properly.”

Outside that closed-up garage place in the village there are some workmen and on my way home they were absolutely horrible. They shouted out things like “lovely schoolgirl… ooh sexy… hasn’t she got lovely legs… and she’s blushing.” One blew a kiss! At 40 years old they ought to know better.

Heard ‘Le Saule Pleureur’ on S.L.C. I never realised what an original song it is; the funny little drum bits are most unusual.