[Another day of fruitless searching through post office mail and waiting for telexed replies to our messages home via British Airways. I escaped to the world of Cathy and Heathcliff …]
MONDAY 3RD JANUARY, 1977
“Into B.A in morning – no messages. Went to Delivery GPO – man at desk asked for intimation again but let us up this time. Nothing came – checked American Express mail too.
Read [Wuthering Heights] in garden most of day. Sale on in hall [at YMCA] – had pleasant half an hour going through tops and dresses – we bought 2 small tops!
Bed early – nothing else to do.”