31st December 1984 (Monday)

Well, it's the last day of 1984.  Today was still as boring as ever.  I'm sitting at home on New Year's Eve, listening to the radio and writing my diary.  I don't mind though.  I can't see the sense in staying up late just to see the clock strike 12, Big Deal.  You wake up the next morning and it's still New Year's Day.  Why watch the very first minute of it?  We're going down to Aunty Pat's and Uncle Henry's again tomorrow which is good.   I need something to break this boredom.  I was so bored today that I read for five hours with a break for lunch.  (I finished the book).  Mum made me a dress today.  I think it looks alright but I'm not sure.