July 29th 1972

“Dad’s birfdai. Didin’t do nufin’ in t’morning. in afternoon went to eastleigh on bus + got library book”

My Dad was 43.

Numbers like that never fail to throw me a little. He was younger than I am now, and having to deal with a 14-year-old me.

Those deliberate spelling gaffes are slaying me – please don’t think for one minute that I can’t spel

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