19.3.1976

A lot of today was spent avoiding S Hogg, for we felt sure that it would aid our digestion at dinner time; yes he had seen the play and tried to discuss it at us.

Made arrangements with Trevor about tomorrow’s dig out at Filey – should be quite a different experience. My present imaginings are of a windswept, muddy land and finding little of interest or value.

Did some reading in the evening about that interesting Poufta – king who had gout, James I. He is quite endearing really, especially his timidity. When fireworks were let off when he married his daughter Elizabeth to Fred of the Pulatinate, he was found trembling beneath a bed! He wasn’t very wise financially, but I think more can be said in his favour than trends up to the early 20^th.