Sunday December 25th 1932
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.
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.
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