_. Clad in my finest gear I set out at 11 to pay court to Miss Dixon. I found her reclining in her boudoir. She pottered around upstairs and I sat twiddling my thumbs. This set the scene for the day.
A little man appeared at 1:30, with a sizeable tool box, and he went up into the loft in search of damp patches.
At 9pm we went to a couple of pubs in Thornton. Ally thought she might bump into her office mate, the demure, tiny, mouse-like Catherine and her fiance, David. But we were left alone for the night. We did a fair bit of giggling. I now look as though I've just flown in from Nassau, Bahamas, thanks to the infrared sun lamp. Fish and Chips in Lidget Green and then back to Club Street, where I discovered a wonderful delicacy: blackcurrant jelly flooded in gin. It's an ideal way to get shy and innocent people to discard all their clothing.
-=-
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 ...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Tuesday March 12, 1985
Moorhouse Inn Sunshine. Dad went to Horton to meet a carpet cleaner and telephone engineer. It was a pleasant surprise when Mum appeared in...
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsS_ZtikYo0aCt82J3JkMjvNvtmk5j8WcuuguOy3vBRQA9I_wBWDMiFpM9R9x4enNmUofjT1lvN9FEvVw77CgwpR8r-VWH7jY8DAhSrb2oN7oA-nB0cTDKE453fDYdXvFNx3NOLcU2fiHDuPe2qbGZTdYg3mFB_oe_jPL66ubqY7gIG9EDDt2XZevOYQ/s1600/Screenshot%202025-01-19%20180550.png)
-
Moorhouse Inn I expect a visit from Colin Black any day now and I prowl around trying to look useful which can be very time consuming and h...
-
Moorhouse Inn, Leeds Sat eating porridge at 7:30am I switched on the radio to hear the news that the Princess of Wales is at the Lindo Wing...
No comments:
Post a Comment