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interviews in the morning.   Most of the rest of the weekend would be given over to being seen at local functions--surf carnivals, school fetes, scout picnics and the like.

        At night, I was out at meetings, dinners, or in Parliament, on an average of five days out of seven.   There was very little time left for any private life.

        The year was drawing to an end. We settled into our new office, attended a round of parties, and then closed up shop between Christmas and New year.

        I flew back from the bush on the morning of the second of January and went straight to a civic reception for a visiting Japanese water polo team at Manly Council Chambers; followed by an official lunch at the League's club, presentation of trophies with Jack Renshaw (the Treasurer) at the Manly Swimming Centre, and at night a meeting of Harbord ALP.

        There was plenty to do--January was a busy month for a seaside suburb.   I had a commitment to attend some kind of function almost every day.

        The next Sunday it was my duty to represent the Premier at the annual Italian festival of St John the Baptist at Brookvale oval.   My eighteen year old daughter Gabby would come with me, filling in for her mother, who was still in the bush with the rest of the

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