Monday January 18, 1982

 Warm and almost muggy. The clock on the YP building proclaimed 43 degrees F.

We were late out of bed and played, toyed, with breakfast until 8:00. Late to the YP, but it is Monday.

John Wilson.

Went at lunch time to the Register Office to see whether they have my great-grandfather Wilson's birth certificate [March 13, 1853]. They say yes, and that they can let me have it later in the week. Then I went to the Reference Library to make enquiries about the census records, and was delighted to discover that the census returns for Pudsey up to 1881 are at the Leeds office. Tomorrow lunch will see me return to the third floor. Can't wait.

Phoned Mama at 10:30. They visited a pub near Northallerton yesterday and attempted to look at a post office at Kirby Misperton [the home of Flamingo Park Zoo], but the fog got the better of them. At least they are still on the 'look out'. She had no news of Sue.

Esacaped at 4:45, home at 5:45. Fish for dinner. We have received 'Mrs Beeton' and 'The Woman in White' by Wilkie Collins, from the book club. We now lookl like a library here. 

Phoned poor Dave G. They now have an alsatian dog named Sadie, to ward off the numerous attempted thefts and break-ins. His grandad is not well and sounds to be fading. He sounds very much to be tied to the Hollywood and couldn't promise to get away to see us soon.

To bed after the 9 o'clock news. This is ridiculous.

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Sunday January 17, 1982

 2nd Sunday after Epiphany

Awoke at about 9:30. We can't sleep on until the afternoon as we used to do. Climbed into the bath. Ally, like a sickly old lady, lay amongst the tea cups, feeling violently sick. She had just taken an iron tablet and thinks it might have disagreed with her. She is still swimming in catarrh, and this can bring on feelings of nasuea, can't it? Ally says it isn't morning sickness.

Frank phoned and spoke about house insurance. By 11:30 she was feeling better and we had boiled eggs and toast and more tea. 

Played with the apple wine and made some date sherry. Watched 'Carry On Teacher' [again] and sat reading. I am into Ken Follett in a big way. Ally is battling on with Agatha Christie's autobiography. I am in Cairo in war-torn 1942, and Ally is in the genteel Home Counties in the post-Edwardian days of 1914.

Dined at 6 on leek and potato soup, lamb steaks with mushy peas, sprouts, mint sauce, followed by cheese and biscuits and all washed down with our very own rosé wine. We live like the Aga Khan, only better.

To bed in the proximity of 10pm. We laid there perspiring. The temperature must be well over 40F, bloody tropical.

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