Part 6 (1/2)

She wouldn't play ball

She didn't wear chiffon

Or white gloves to wave

She lived through tars

But wasn't called brave

She drew her own curtains

And cooked her own dinners

She worked in a factory with good folk and sinners

Her overdraft didn't exceed PS150

But she didn't get praised for being so thrifty

Farewell Mrs Worthington, fan of Nye Bevan

I hope you are warain up there in Heaven

Several people askedthat Mrs Wor in Mablethorpe

Tuesday, July 25

Glenn and Willia to do with them? I have no funds hich to entertain them We are only one day into the break, but William has already declared himself to be ”bored” I told him that, when I was a lad, I entertained myself with non-stop activities But, in truth, all I can re for school to begin again

Wednesday, July 26

I reluctantly drew out PS50 froht a family rail ticket and took my sons to Tate Modern No one warned me about the vast metal spider in the Turbine Hall Willia it He then e scream An American tourist asked eois's sculpture” I said ”no”, that he was just a little boy as scared of spiders

Thursday, July 27

Concorde is off the front pages; no British people were killed

Saturday, Ashby-de-la-Zouch

Ivan Braithwaite continues to be fascinated by what he calls ”working-class culture” He has suggested that our faness on what he calls a ”bucket-and-spade holiday” He drivelled on about candyfloss, donkeys and ”the glorious vulgarity of the amusement arcade”

I had no choice but to say yes I can't afford hout the world In fact, so far I have only visited one: Julian Barnes's house in Leicester Though he left there when he was six weeks old

Sunday A boarding house has been booked: The Utopia Bed, breakfast and evening ht - half-price for Williaot to attend Mad Dog Jackson's graduation ceremony He is now an MA, and his dissertation, Socialism, Necrophilia And Other Taboos, has provoked interest from the Spectator

Monday, The Utopia Talk about a ement of the Trades Description Act! The Dystopia would be a more accurate title for this Draylon hell-hole I share a draughty attic room with Willia a dead vole, let alone a cat

The view froulls with morsels of chips in their beaks The owners, Barry and Yvonne Windero mad if Barry tells me another ”joke” Ivan and my mother think this raddled old duo are ”fabulous characters” Personally, whenever I hear the fabulous characters phrase, I want to run - into the sea, until the cold waves close over ness Glenn is sulking in the attic, he has already spent all his pocket money on the slot machines in the arcade where ere forced to take shelter from the cruel wind that blows unchecked from the Urals across the North Sea

Ivan and led to construct a windbreak, and William, dressed in an anorak, sheltered behind it and tried to ers turned blue and I had to take hi fa to -class experience, isn't it, Pauline?” His eyes were shi+ning with excitearity It is why he fell in love and married my mother