_. Palm Sunday
Sunny day. Auntie Mabel came this afternoon with cousin Jackie, who passed her driving test last week. Jackie is very thin and like a Kampuchean refugee. They stayed to lunch. Roast beef, Yorkshire puddings, &c, and left at 6:30. We watched 'Why Didn't They Ask Evans' , a play by Agatha Christie in ITV. Francesca Annis playing Lady Frances Derwent, an aristo-sleuth. Good, but stretched out over three hours. Mum and Dad went out to the Birch Tree at Wilsill. They rarely venture out at night but Dad has an aversion to Agatha Christie. He paced up and down the sitting room like a caged lion, glowering at the TV screen and bearing a menacing expression. They returned at 11. Ally stayed the night.
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Tuesday January 7, 1986
Moorhouse Inn, Leeds, LS11 5NQ A 7am start again. What long days we have. Samuel is still raving about 'Agadoo', dancing with Lucy ...
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Moorhouse Inn I have the most disgusting hangover I have perhaps ever experienced. Ally too lay whimpering beneath the quilt and refused to...
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I have just been summoned to thee bathroom by Susie who is sitting in a hot bath in complete darkness. "Michael, the bulb's just go...
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