{Love and Sex (8)}[29th September 1989]

[Redbook6:281-283][19890929:2152b]{Love and Sex (8)}[29th September 1989]

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*I arrived for enrolment in the Welsh class in Llan[…] very happy and relaxed – having been thinking of the dream** – and found the only chair still empty next to an attractive girl, another [Gabby],*** we seeming in that weird and semi-conscious way of things to strike up an easy acquaintanceship from the moment I walked through the door – before I had even sat down: discovering some while after we had both been chatting that we both lived in the same village. She and her husband, a […] at the College, have lived [in the village] since [earlier this year]. The people on the course seemed for the most part a pleasant lot, with whom the conversational Welsh part could be fun.

For the first time in my life I walked into a room full of strangers and felt completely at ease: so much so that I had to curb my tongue a bit, against inanities.**** Old age?

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*{[[Redbook6:268][19890918:1534]{Love and Sex (7)}[18th September 1989]] 268→}

**[See last previous journal entry but one, [Redbook6:280][19890929:1130c]{A Dream: Of Following [xS]}[29th September 1989]]

***[See [Redbook6:55)][19881205:1247d]{R~ birthdays, and Love [continued (3)]}[5th December 1988]]

[This refers I think more to the shared forename than to than to any other characteristics, although there may have been some other similarities.]

****So was I at ease? Yes!

#By (instructive) contrast, for the first actual lesson, exactly a week later, I was (again) late, but pushing the [car] hard on the road, not thinking of anything so lovely as here; was, I think, overtaken by the lady on the way, which made me absurdly irritated; and passed a moderately boring evening without any such communications, although fun in parts. (But I got the word bingo right uncannily often, until I noticed I was). The moral is clear. <891009>

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