Tuesday November 24, 1981

 _.Out of bed at 6:30 to find a gruesome picture awaiting us. Snow, only finely spread, but snow all the same. We shudder at the thought of months of toil in the frozen wasteland that is Lidget Green.

YP: Sarah off with one of her headaches. Kathleen and Carol went off this afternoon to a microfilm extravaganza or whatever, leaving me and Margot.

Is the revolting Shirley Williams going to take Crosby for the SDP? That is the question. By 1984 will all the political parties be led by women? Thatcher in the blue corner, Williams in the yellow/pink SDP collage corner, and ... er... perhaps Gwyneth Dunwoody over in the red? I think Shirley Williams would stand for the Stuffed Rat and Bucket Party if she thought she stood a chance being elected.

Phoned Guiseley for my daily bulletin on Papa's eye. He is still in pain and his eye is aggravated by the light, and so he is walking around the house looking sinister in dark glasses.

Home at 6. Cousin Jackie came to see us at 7:30 with a Billy Connolly LP and stayed until after 11. She seems lonely now that she and Peter are on the rocks and says she is heading to a life of spinsterhood. Next week she is collecting an apricot poodle, called Ben. We discussed families, especially ours, and the useless bickering. What can be done? Our branch continues to stick together.

At 10:30 I went over the road and bought a curry.

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Monday November 23, 1981

 _.YP dismal. Mrs Slocombe is back from London, but nobody mentioned it. Sarah says her wedding now seems to be fixed for April 16, 1982. The press report that the Princess of Wales returned to Althorp to see her Daddy last Friday for the first time since her marriage. A tearful and joyous reunion, by all accounts.

Phoned Mum at 3. Sue and Pete took them to the hospital this morning. Dad's eye is progressing. He has to return on Thursday. He sent a cheque with us on Friday for Di and Paul's engagement, but it was lost in the palatial vastness of the civic centre, and has been canceled.

Home at 6. It's cold and wet. Ally in the hustle and bustle of kitchen, emerging from the steam of the boiling pans looking quite beautiful. Bessie phoned. They were in Jersey for the weekend, and are going to Guernsey next weekend.

Dined and then watched a programme on the BBC about Cliff Richard [no doubt to you readers in 2067 he's now Lord Richard of Chiswick, OM, GCB, CH].

Later, Ally stood ironing and I sprawled on the sofa, feet up watching a cowboy film. We switched off at 10 and went to bed.

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Sunday November 22, 1981

 _.Last Sunday after Trinity

Slept for twelve hours and finally climbed out of bed to escape Noel Edmonds on the bedroom radio. Is it any wonder that his wife has gone crazy?

Another breakfast of late 19th Century Sandringham proportions. All that was lacking was Lillie Langtry and the deviled kidneys. Mind you, Ally with her bobbed hair and fantastic waist is Bradford's answer to the Jersey Lily.

We sat afterwards discussing Audrey. Sadly she has to go. Ally wants a Mini, and good old English rust instead of the Continental crumbling.

Watched the Sunday film. Alan Ladd in a good old Arthurian film 'The Black Knight'. Say no more.

To Wilsby at 5:30 for dinner with Hilda and Tony, Diane and Paul. We took a bottle of home-brewed sherry. Dinner excellent. Mounds of Yorkshire pudding. Hilda and Tony are in very good spirtits. They are disgusting night rakes and seldom go to bed before 1:30am. Watched The Borgias, which we missed last Wednesday. Hilda found the 14th century male costume to be a source of amusement. She announced that the lump in the Holy Father's cassock must be where he keeps his lunch.

Home at 11:30, and so to bed.

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Saturday November 21, 1981

 _.Slept all morning and awoke feeling decidedly dead. My hideous condition mainly due to lack of sleep and not alcohol consumption. I staggered over the road, in the drizzle, like a zombie, and wandered around the Co-op buying bacon, beans, and a loaf for our sumptuous breakfast. The lady in front of me in the queue was buying a very large box of tampons. Brunch with Ally 12-1. Afterwards we went to Morrison's and then to Guiseley to see Mum and Dad who are later dining with Lynn and David. Home at 6:45. Lasagne. Bed at 9:30pm.

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Friday November 20, 1981

 _.Out of bed, as usual at 6:30, and over breakfast we discussed both taking the afternoon off, but decided against it. We have precious little time to prepare before Christmas and intend to venture soon to York and the delights of Habitat.

To the YP. Mum phoned at 9:30 to say Dad has a badly infected eye from a fragment of rust which he managed to contract whilst on his back beneath the Toyota. They went by taxi to Bradford Royal where Ally joined them. 

I had a dull morning and at 12:50 I decided to leave. Bus to Bradford. Ally at the wheel of Audrey came to collect me with Mum and a dreadful looking Dad. His eye bandaged and looking pale and sickly. I don't think I've ever seen Papa looking so rotten. On to Pine Tops to deposit them. We bought fish and chips, had a few drinks and listened to music.

To Pudsey Civic Centre at 7:45. Ally looking chic in a new woollen frock. Diana and Paul's engagement party. I think the Civic centre is too big a venue for a comfortable orgy. 150 people eating and dancing and yet the place felt empty. Sue, Pete, Lynn, Dave, Jill, Tim, Karen, Steve, Phil and Denise, cousin Jackie and cousin Stephen [well over 6ft]. Hilda invited Ally and I to dinner on Sunday. A great honour. We escaped the 'dance hall' and took to the bar for the night. At 12 to the Sanderson residence until 4:30am. Talking to Karen about the ins and outs of modern day dentistry. Believe it or not, Karen is an authority on Prince Edward's teeth. Steve snored throughout. Home at dawn and to bed.

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