This page contains the only entry from my paper diary for February 1976. It was entered
on 14 April 2017. Items in italics, like this, were added at this
time.
And so time goes on, and still, despite my increasing vegetation and placidness, I haven't
started writing this thing regularly again. Why not? When I stopped, it ws directly or
indirectly Sue Fortescue's fault: my way of
life became less ordered. Admittedly, my way of life at the moment, at least as far as my
work goes, is by no means ordered, at least outwardly, but there is something ordered in it
which wasn't there before. And after all, after (yet again!) reading about autumn 1968,
when I had no particularly difficulty keeping a diary, I ought to be able to keep it now.
Wrote a letter to Bev
and Sonny asking them to join us
in France in April: hope they're able to
come.
I think they must have been
in Singapore at the time.
One of the things that fascinated me in 1968 was the fact that the same sort of thing seemed
to happen to Sonny as to me, just as a horoscope
would predict; now it seems again as if we are all getting settled and comfortable together,
albeit in different parts of the world. Should we not try to become nearer again?
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