January 1, 1987.

Happy New Year's Day, diary.

Early this morning, at about 1am, we got home from a New Years party, down at the hall.

When we got home, I got into the tent to go to bed.

Dad, Uncle Greg and Uncle Roger decided to go to Sam's for the party there. Mum said that if they went, they would get locked out of the house. They decided to go.
But Roger stole the front door key to get in before they went.

I reckon they were drunk!

In the morning, Dad milked in his good clothes.

For the rest of the day it was pretty boring.