Well, it's an historic day for the UK and Mother and I are watching BBC1 with trepidation. Father's upstairs, he's very tired these days and rarely leaves his room.
I met Mr A'S friend Chas yesterday in the civil service club. Chas is an intelligent gentleman, but he's more than a bit odd: he sports a comb over, a sixties style suit and crocodile skin shoes. He's also had a rather thrilling life, stories from which seem to mirror key plots in Bond movies. Chas stated that he'd been the best man at several weddings and as a result had a database of speeches he can cut and paste from.
I'm getting very tired; I think I'll change into my winceyette nightie before the swingometer starts getting exciting.
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