Up at 8am. Walked to L.M.S. Station (where I once used to work). Cold, Thick fog. A wintry journey to Lincoln. Closed windows, steamed up, fog shrouding the countryside.
Lincoln for Dinner. We all opened our presents. Almost useful one was 10/- from Dad. Hefty dinner and a lazy afternoon, dozing by the fire and talking to Wilfred. (Wilf was a distant cousin, a farmer's son from Lincolnshire; he spent a good deal of time with our family. A huge, bumbling, complicated and lovable man. Often enjoying a nervous breakdown, sometimes unemployed. I think being with Dad gave him strength. Whenever Wilf made what he felt was an astute remark, he would repeat it, viz - 'What you want, Norman, is bags of confidence, aye, bags of confidence.' At this time he was working as a Hoover salesman. Dad was an Area Supervisor with a well known refrigeration firm.)
Family card games - Counties of England - in the evening. Ate solidly all day. Late to bed of course, and soon to hear the bells of Lincoln cathedral booming out the hours.