Felt better this morning but stayed in bed until 11am. Frank and Dora came. Add Ron, Dot and Jane. We went to bed at 10pm. I didn’t go out.
My granddad died in 1983. For the previous 20 years, he kept a diary, recording his day as a farm worker and then through his retirement. We are lucky enough to have his notebooks, all the entries in block capitals, often in pencil. He always tells us about the weather, sometimes about what is going well at the allotment. We get updates of how Liverpool are doing and the occasional political thought. He suffered from rheumatoid arthritis, was always in pain, but you would never know from these entries. My mum once described him as a contented man. Who knows, really, but certainly, there is something soothing about these entries. So I thought I would share them with you. We have a few years to cover so buckle up.

Felt better this morning but stayed in bed until 11am. Frank and Dora came. Add Ron, Dot and Jane. We went to bed at 10pm. I didn’t go out.