Thursday 4 February 1988

A very sad entry in today’s space in my diary. I was shocked and horrified to hear that our milkman, with whom my brother worked on a Saturday, was killed on Tuesday when his float was hit by a lorry as he trundled his way back to the diary after his shift.  I’m not 100% sure, but I think that I recall that there was a negligence case for the driver to answer.  The milkman’s death was a real shame as he was a well loved and extremely popular chap.

I college news, I noted that Physics was ‘quite OK’ after a period of quiet reflection on my part.  Maths was boring and so too was Industrial Studies.  So, very little (or even no) change there then.

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