Wednesday 3 February 1988

Poor little lamb.  I played rugby today on a bog – the pitch really was more mud and water than grass.  No record of the result, but we more than likely lost.  In other, related, news I reported / complained / commented that I was ‘slowly losing grip on myself’ and that couldn’t find the time for homework (actually revision for my A Levels) because I was always too tired.  I can’t think why, as I never did any work.

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