This is what I wrote in my diary 22 years ago today, on Thursday 11th July 1985:
"Was able to get up luxuriously late now I've finished painting but then found out I was expected to do mammoth spring-clean of floor and tiles but got Mum to help me for reducement of today's pay. When finished, got £20 altogether and planned to go into town but then hung around waiting in case Philip called round, which he didn't, same as he didn't yesterday either and ended up not bothering with town and watched telly all afternoon and evening.
John rang this evening for no particular reason and we had witty flirty conversation. He can be really cute at times. I rang Chris to see if he was going into town on Sat, but apparently everyone's staying in to watch mammoth Charity Concert on TV."
(Previous entry: Wednesday 10th July, 1985)