It's rather crumpled, but here is the note I sent to Santa Claus just before Christmas 1964.
To my joy, a Letts 1965 diary duly turned up in my sock, and I faithfully recorded my daily doings (in very few words) until the end of June '65. Ever since, my diary-keeping has been erratic to put it mildly, but I still enjoy it.
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