Dreamed of seeing the dreadful Burt Reynolds-Dolly Parton musical The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas on a screen with almost 180 degrees visibility; visiting our old Sackville house (for the last time) and feeling a dead calm in the air; Russell Garcia's music from The Time Machine; seeing that the ditches around the Sackville house's garden needed deepening.
Printed out my September diary entries.
Donald joined us for dinner at Swiss Chalet. We were going to eat at Red Lobster, but Father took a wrong turn and it took a long time to get there, then it turned out that we'd have had to wait half an hour just to get seated!
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