2.2.1976

It is very surprising how quickly one adapts to climatic changes. Now it feels as if this Siberian wind has held its icy reign over us for long periods. Still, I wish it would hurry up and go away. The cold in Flamborough keeps flies away, but they are back in summer along with the even greater herds of holiday makers – enriching both petty capitalist and bureaucrat alike.

Completed an English essay in the evening which although only taking a couple of hours to write (I’d made extensive notes beforehand) left me quite exhausted.

Was nothing worth watching on television (here I do not include “anti-television”, the ITV) which is helping my studies a great deal. I only hope they keep it up for the next 18 months or so.

Mum birthday!