Thursday June 22

 Another day just like the one before, and the one before that, and the one before that. Perhaps little improvement: I have just walked quite a few paces around the apartment.

But last night, on my nightly visits to the bathroom, I was in agony, as I was first thing this morning.

I was thinking last night in bed about my various jobs. From Oxford, I went to work as a management trainee with Courtaulds--a huge textile firm. They arranged a course for me to go round and spend time at various factories--the first was in Braintree, Essex, where there was a weaving mill, and I underwent a textile familiarization course, which included designing a fabric, setting it up on a loom, and weaving it. After that I visited factories in Coventry, producing two forms of rayon (viscose rayon and cellulose acetate rayon) a weaving factory in Bradford, and a small factory in Exeter that made clothes.

After that course, I was assigned to export sales with an office in Coventry. From an early stage in this course I was married to Kinny.

We had an old Morris Minor that we drove around the country. When I went to work in Coventry, we had a very nice apartment in Leamington Spa, and Juliet was born in that apartment. Later, we bought our first house--a very modest detached house in Warwick, from where I commuted each day into Coventry.

Stay tuned for the next move....