Wednesday, January 10, 1973
Dad and me went out at noon, too late for breakfast. We took a walk, found something to eat, and walked to Piccadilly Circus, Trafalgar Square, and the pigeons (one landed on my head.) We walked up the Strand, Hyde Park, (everything is old and dirty, with narrow streets and the roar of traffic.) We went back to our hotel for a rest.
Sylvia and Tom arrived and had a drink in our suite then we walked to Simpson’s for an excellent dinner in 160-year-old dining room. Home for nightcaps.
Thursday, January 11, 1973
Up late again – can’t get used to these hours – Joan phoned us, and after brunch, we got on the tube (underground train) and went to visit them. Got off the bus at the pub which is the landmark to find their place. Met her husband Ernie for the first time. He was sat in front of the (color) T.V. - a nice afternoon. Found out we were staying to dinner and the family drifted in – first Carol from her job at the gas station – then Alan, who is a salesman – then, Nick, Carol’s boyfriend, then came, Lynda, Tony, her hubby and children Mark six, Debbie 8. What a group (Also, Alan‘s girlfriend Peggy.) we went out to a pub, 3 Fishes, built and started in 1606. Later, Alan drove us all the way home. Tired tonight.
(To be continued tomorrow)
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