Sunday 2 March 1975
Talking to Grandad in Kingston Lane. It’s the end.
He’s going to Hospital to die. He is nervous. Talks of Ezra Pound. Grannie
calls. He runs off, nearly falls, but is caught by somebody. Somebody says,
‘Thank God he’s gone!’ I object: the only grandfather I’ve got.
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Prize-giving at school. I journey home from UEA. We aren’t allowed to take
photos during the pineapple part after, though we could before. David there.
|later in
David’s room, a big hand-drawn picture of water where Dali is [i.e., a poster].
David throws a dart at Stephen. It lodges in Stephen’s hair. ‘That’s not
funny!’ David laughs. I’m shocked but I say, ‘I thought it was!’
‘You would!
An introduction to the diary may be read here: Pages: Dream Diary 1975 Introduction to the project
