[Redbook2:11][19730721:1359a]{Silly Stories}[21st July 1973]
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[continued]
I do
dislike this habit of leaving wastepaper
baskets at the foot of the stairs, to be carried up. Coming down the attic stairs I put my foot in
a red one and clumped round the landing unable to get it off (… or might
have.).
S reminds
me of the time she and B, sleeping in the room beyond the nursery, had a
row. She read in the camp bed; he went
to sleep and rolled off the back of the Dutch bed. She thought he was rowing: ‘Oh shut up, B,
and go to sleep’ – and went on reading, as he threshed and mumbled ‘Help me, S’
from down under the bed.
… Like the
time the Danish girl [J-N](?) was trapped, helpless with laughter, when it
folded her into the wall.
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