Friday December 12, 1980

_. A day of tranquil repose. Ally was up and off to work at 8 and I slept until she phoned me at 11:30. For a couple of hours I attempted to clean up some of the devastation but a pounding head made me give in at 1pm. Ally came home for lunch. I was slumped on the settee  getting an 'ear full' of Elgar's 'Enigma Variations'. She quickly had a salad and returned to her work at the AHA. I went back to bed until 4:30. I am so pleased I had the foresight to arrange a day off. No way could I have turned up at the YP.

We had a cosy tea together and out we went at 9 to the Belfry where she deposited her waitress uniform and collected £11 holiday pay. Chuffed to arseholes about this. On to a gay celebration in the New Inn. Our usual Friday evening burst of raucous pleasure. The regular inhabitants of Guiseley and Yeadon were making merry. Saw Dave Wainwright, Johnny, Ken, &c.

Ally has decided to throw a party on Boxing Day evening. That part of Christmas can become so boring. The turkey is gone, and the TV is spewing out old film after old film to a snoozing public. 

Home at 11:30. Mum and Dad have upset stomachs. What's worse is Hilda is suffering too. Ally immediately blames herself, and for a couple of hours I persuaded her not to.

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