LONDON GRANDPA'S 75th
S A T U R D A Y, 1 8 N O V
Spent whole morning in dressing-gown writing Diary for yesterday.
Had it out with Ma and Pa about Chumpy at last. We had a dreadful argument all through lunch with floods of tears. But I’ve got it off my chest – I cannot bear her being so unwilling to help anybody much longer. It’s ridiculous I know, but the only reason I don’t help Mummy as much as I should, and as much as I'd like, is because I can't bear knowing I’m doing more than her. Anyway, now we’ve decided we’re both going to make our beds and clean our shoes, and I’m to clear breakfast while Chump’s to clear lunch. We’ll take turns in laying and clearing dinner.
London Grandpa's 75th birthday - I wrapped up the dish I made for him. Wore new black dress and old school shoes hotted up with white ribbons - a real groove! Hair in bunches. Arrived at 3.15. Everyone else was already there. Karolina is very attractive. She's got the most gorgeous hair and wears a lot of make-up, but is so sophisticated that she makes me feel inferior. She was wearing a fur coat most of the time, which Mummy thought was ridiculous as she’s only 15.
We all had our photos taken at the beginning by Guy, then had tea served by Paul. Such a drip, and completely lacking in humour!
It's white, simple, and very beautiful. I think G and G are pleased with it though they’ve always been so anti before.They need only watch three or four times a week - just the worthwhile programmes. We got presents too; mine was a red plastic beach bag which blows up to a cushion. We left soon after tea as Daddy had to get back to the Amsterdam competition.
Had a gorgeous fire In the evening and roasted some chestnuts which was perfectly lovely. Played all our French records.
I wish I’d been asked to the party tonight. I feel so out of things.