Saturday 5th - Maurice is 30 today - I'm never going to get that old!

Woke Richard early, as he's leaving today, he can speak a little German and Italian, so I give the few words that I know a bit of an airing - dangerous stuff, Richard waffles on and I haven't got a clue what he's saying - serves me right for trying to be clever!!

Despite the friendliness that has developed between us, I still haven't got around to asking him for his autograph - I really must get it before he goes. He startled me by entering the switchroom with a loud "Achtung!" Unfortunately, I had a fit of the giggles just as he bent to kiss me, and I found those gorgeous lips on my teeth - damn damn damn! I didn't get a second chance, had a short spate of phone calls (anybody would think I was here to work or something...) because the next thing I knew - he'd gone!!

Luckily, there's always something to cheer me up, the porter handed me a post card, which, as it is now nearly lunch time, has probably been read by everyone but me - from Eugen! He's given me his address and telephone number - considering how much he guards his privacy - I feel quite honoured!

Aaron popped in the switchroom, says he forgives me for rushing off yesterday (yes I know, Aaron, you always do, which is probably why I do it.) But Rafi was nowhere near so forgiving; he rushed into the switchroom, grabbed me by the throat and almost throttled me! (His pride being somewhat greater than Aaron's, the thought that he might have been 'stood up' was almost more than he could bear) therefore I had to persuade him that we had not made any final arrangements, which I thought was the case anyway. Oh dear, it would make life much simpler if more females were employed here - there just aren't enough of us to go round when the El-Al crew are in! Seems it's Haggis's birthday too - (so he and Maurice were born on the same day back in 1933 - never realised that before.) he wants someone to go out with, well Craig is on at the Talk of the Town, Alan...?? but his idea of a celebration is to get legless - not when I have to be up early, Alan. (Ooh, you little fibber!)

Sunday 6th - No Richard and no Eugen - come back Freddie Cannon and liven up my life!!

Due to the lack of scribbles in my diary, one must assume that the morning passed totally uneventfully, in fact at this point, I am beginning to wonder exactly where I am, as my diary is falling to pieces, and, even then, being scrupulously careful to maximize my limited assets, write on both sides of the loose leaf pages.

The problem being that I wrote one year on one side of the page, then the following year decided to write on the other side - ah Mother, your scrimping and scraping has well and truly rubbed off on me, but 38 years later - it is turning out to be a very bad idea indeed! Luckily my memory of those long ago days is as sharp as ever, and after turning the pages this way and that, finally manage to work out what happens next!

Listened to 'Pick of the Pops' presented by Alan Freeman, in the afternoon. Have started knitting another jumper, I'm having a go at knitting a 'cable' pattern, but I cannot get it right, and it is driving me mad. In desperate times such as these - there's always the T.V. room, and Cliff Richard is on 'Sunday Night at the London Palladium'. It's a good show, and thus cheered, feel more inclined to tackle the knitting again, especially as no one seems to be around - where is everybody??