Tuesday 18th

In the office but not much happening.  I ran out of work at 3 pm so spent the rest of the time drawing.  The supervisors realised there wasn’t much to supervise so they were very relaxed about it.

Alan and I took Jennifer to the West End to see the Christmas lights.  Although Alan thought he knew his way around the West End we seemed to take the longest route so we were really tired when we got home.

By Friday I was getting really fed up with the time I’ve had to spend in the office with very little work to do.  Alan has finished until after Christmas and I have still Saturday morning and Monday to work.

Saturday 22^nd and it is beginning to feel like Christmas is approaching.  I had a marvelous time this evening.  We were supposed to be going to the Lyceum ballroom with Ron and Brenda but Ron was unwell so we went to a pub (don’t know which one!) that is known for its music and met Dave and Ann there.  It was such a good, ‘grand ole sing-song’.  An old fellow sitting next to me kept talking to me.  I gave him a crisp and he gave me some whisky.  Fair exchange?  We were both tipsy.

Sunday 23^rd was a family party, an extra one this year, held at Uncle Charlie’s house in Chadwell Heath.  Through some mix-up Mum and Dad didn’t get there.  Uncle Bill drove Alan and I and brought us home again.  Cousin Pauline was as sick as a dog.  Too much alcohol!

Monday 24^th and office again for a half day but once the post had been opened there was nothing else to do after 10.45am.  As arranged I met Alan and we went back to mine until 3 pm.  He went home to collect his overnight things and was due back again at 6.30.  He arrived at 9.30 and stayed the night – on the settee in the front room.

Christmas Day.  It was so nice to have Alan here in the morning.  It is a tradition that Dad calls on each of his brothers on Christmas morning and this year Alan went with him.   The evening party this year was at Uncle Bill’s house.  Cousin Pauline seems to have taken a shine to Alan and would insist on calling him ‘my Alan’ – until she was sick (again) and passed out.

The walk home at midnight thankfully was only a short distance because it was so bitterly cold.

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