Day 207

Walked to the bus station in wind and rain, got soaked, arrived to see the bus leaving 10 minutes early (again). Waited half an hour for the next. At Haysend typed in some photocopied sheets of raffle tickets.

In a lull in the rain walked into Haysend for lunch: dropped 20p and was rather worried, until a kind woman who'd found it returned it to me. Odd buying food in the Co-op again, takes me back to the third year.

Did 100 buyers and caught the bus back to Mugsborough.

Bill Clinton looks like winning in America tomorrow. I hope he does. Mind you, American elections at the moment are really a choice between Ted Heath and Norman Tebbit. Unusual interest in the transatlantic threat, you might think - still, I reckon the best way to stave off American cultural imperialism is to know as much about them as possible.