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    Me: Well, you don’t have to touch the bin lid with your hand.
    MK: I don’t like those hidden bins.
    Sam: Me neither, I like things out in the open.
    AB: Very Brechtian.
    So we’ll carry on with the swing-top even though the swingy bit has disappeared (must’ve fallen in) and it’s just a big hole. MK doesn’t care about having all our peelings and fag ends on display.
    On the subject of “au pair” Pippa. I think she might be leaving her job. Keeps hinting but not saying. I can tell she wants me to ask. No chance.
    Love, Nina
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    Dear Vic,
    Ben came to visit me. Mary-Kay opened the door to him. Later she said, “Well, he looked a bit—you know.”
    I said, “A bit what?”
    And she said, “You know.”
    So I said, “I suppose so.”
    She could have meant anything—you’re guessing half the time.
    Sam has finally told us what his anxiety is—it’s that the queen might have an intruder at the palace. We said she’d already had one and he could stop worrying. He said he was worried she might have another—a copy-cat intruder. When we all laughed and he realized it wasn’t a bad enough anxiety, he switched to being anxious about Shergar (will he ever be found?). He’s always up on the news.
    Mary-Kay has been to the USA. And you’ll never guess what she brought back as a souvenir. A duvet cover. I couldn’t believe it. To go all that way and get yourself a duvet cover. I said it was very nice. It was OK—stripy like a bloke’s shirt, but nothing special considering. I said, “Did you get anything else?”
    She said, “Yes, I stocked up on headache pills.”
    Also, while in the USA she tried a new kind of sandwich, an American sandwich—bacon, tomato, and lettuce (BLT).
    Remember the woman that laughed at my ponytail? Well, she was here again last night. This time she laughed at the supper and said it was the first time she’d “appreciated the qualities of Heinz Ketchup.” Then she asked who’d cooked it.
    Horrible Woman: Who was responsible for the delicious supper ( looking at S&W )?
    Me: I was.
    HW: Oh! I am sorry. I’d assumed it was one of the boys.
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    This morning I said something to MK.
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    Me: HW didn’t think much of my turkey burgers.
    MK: Well, it wasn’t your best-ever supper.
    That annoyed me—it was MK who bought the turkey mince in the first place (S&W are supposed to have gone low-cholesterol dietwise now since Stephen turns out to be high) and apparently turkey mince is helpfully low. Anyway, the horrible woman only came round because she wanted to tell MK about the fellow she’s having an affair with—MK mostly calls men fellow or chap, sometimes bloke, but never guy (or man, come to think of it).
    Me: She deserved those turkey burgers then, two-timing cow.
    MK: No one’s that bad.
    Funny hearing about your old ladies and their baths. You should try washing Sam’s hair. He hates it and gets more and more annoyed, and struggles as though you’re trying to drown him and he shouts for Trevor Brooking (throughout the rinsing) plus you’re having to be very careful not to get soap in his eyes.
    Mary-Kay has started washing her hair over the kitchen sink (when she’s in a hurry). I know because she keeps the shampoo in the cupboard above the sink by the sunflower oil. I’m hoping one day she’ll pick up the wrong bottle.
    Love, Nina
    PS Do Not practice in Dad’s car. It veers to the left. I drove down the M1(Leics to London) and my arms were killing me the day after, it’s like you’re on a permanent hairpin bend just keeping it in a straight line. I stopped at the services (Newport Pagnell) and a bloke advised me not to drive it any further.
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    Dear Vic,
    Last night Betsy and Karel Reisz came round. I cooked a chicken and Betsy brought a cake. At