Of all the days Dad described in his notebooks this is the only one I have a clear memory of, presumably because I saw him naked for the first and only time in my life. In the notebook he wrote: Friday 6 March With K.O. and Fredrik in the swimming pool. Nice to swim again. Home for fondue and slides of China. Talk after. Too much to drink. Scenes. Unni fed up – broke clock. Shame.
Heartbreaking note from dad's journal.
