Day 873

Quite a few touches of Autumn about now. Up at 9.30, strained my back exercising. Instituted a new regime of not smoking with cups of tea but after them, which should help separate the two activities.

Catalogued all the pictures I've scanned, 4½ discs, 62 files plus 6 more compressed.

They're talking about an IRA ceasefire: will the Unionists resist and Major end up like Heath in 1974? I'd hate to see Major get any credit out of it, the ignorant narrow-minded bastard.