I woke up this morning at around 3 o clock with an awfully sore throat. I had some throat lozenges in my coat which John was passed out in. I managed to move him enough to get at them. Sweet bliss.
I reawoke at around 8. John had woken up. He was told that all the stuff that had been done to him was the work of Tom Honey. When he pointed out that Honey hadn’t been there he was told that Honey arrived, put make up on him and then left. John didn’t believe this. Glyn was rightfully accused. John was then told about all the other things: having his hair cut, having a 5 pence piece stuffed up his nose and the oranges down his shirt. He was delighted to hear of these events.
Maybe he shouldn’t have drank 22 units…
