_. Dave L phoned to say he's been stricken with chicken pox and is lying low at Tennyson Street. I wanted to go go collect my blue pullover, but he says I would be running a great risk. Anyway, the street has been cordoned off, and a large red cross painted on the front door.
Lynn phoned asking whether Ally and I would like to go with them to Dave and Elaine Allinson's at Rawdon, possibly on Thursday. Should be interesting.
President Carter beat Senator Kennedy in the Iowa caucuses last night. Definitely the death knell for old Ted, who never really stood a chance anyway with his sexual activities and drownings. George Bush won for the Republican party, walking over Ronald Reagan, the actor, who rose to fame in 1918, as 'The Lone Ranger'.
Sue and Pete went off at 6:30pm on an important mission to see Mr Booker, who has found them a mortgage. They returned beaming and Sue immediately phoned Angela [the current occupier of the home of their dreams] at Greenlea Mount, or Greenlea Place.
Uncle John phoned to say that Sheila's father died on Monday and so the Halifax dinner was scrapped. Poor Sheila. He died before she could get to his hospital bedside.
Watched an excellent Clint Eastwood film 'Play Misty for Me', a proper thriller. Bed at 12:30.
The journal of a Yorkshire lad from the age of 17 in 1973 through several decades .... Transcribing from handwritten volume to blog may take some time ...
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Wednesday September 4, 1985
Moorhouse Inn Overcast - me and the weather. The alarm sounded at 7 but Ally switched it off for half an hour. Felt groggy and could have s...
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Moorhouse Inn 2nd Sunday in Lent with dear Phyllis. Drizzle. Up for a full-English. Samuel is much better behaved without the influence of ...
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Moorhouse Inn Cold and quiet. Dave Glynn phoned tonight but Ally and I were in the cellar, and when we phoned back Lily said that David has...
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