Tuesday April 27, 1982

 Sunshine. Up at 6:30. I dreamt that Ally bought me some rabbits. How odd. We sat eating biscuits and drinking tea. £1500 is one Hell of a lot of money [for a kitchen] and I don't think we can afford it. However, a cheque for £30 arrived from Jonathan Margolis and so it isn't all gloom and darkness. 

Ally is bubbly and cheerful, which is amazing considering that the AHA is in a heap and she seldom has a proper days work. She needs to be kept busy because she thinks, while slumped over her barren typewriter, of all the work she could be doing at home.

The second coming?

YP:  Kathleen inspected Sarah's wedding ring. Why do women do this? Surely one wedding ring resembles another? We discuss the second coming of the Messiah, which a local lunatic has prophesied is to occur next week. How will the Messiah do it? Will it be a blinding flash and the chorus of a heavenly host, or will it be like the first time? Will he go through the 'born in a stable' routine all over again? Margot probably hit the nail on the head when she said: 'I bet you anything he has decided not to bother coming.' Hoots of laughter.

Home at 6. A happy, cuddly night. Mum phoned. The Polaris submarine captain inspected the loft this morning and went away again.

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Monday April 26, 1982

 Sun. Falklands. Ally. Love. Daffodils. Like the EEC we had a milk mountain this morning, and for the first time since I was a child I drank lots of it [with Rice Krispies]. We sat talking about Lynn and her peculiar ways. ____. Dave plays squash twice a week with the funny woman who lives next door to Jill & Tim. 

Sarah back at the YP. She says she hasn't settled down yet [to married life] and asks if this is normal.______.

Mr Middleton came to look at our kitchen and says the new oak one will cost us £1500. Very expensive but his plan does look good. We spent the evening convincing ourselves that we can afford it. Bed 10:30.

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Sunday April 25, 1982

 2nd Sunday after Easter

Sun. Ally and I took a full-English breakfast but Ally didn't enjoy it and looked peeved. _________.

Phoned Susie & Peter. Marlene and Frank are visiting them today to inspect Christopher. I asked whether the baby had started school yet. Mum phoned. A naval officer from a polaris submarine has shown interest in buying Pine Tops. He visited this afternoon. Guiseley is hardly a searfaring town.

The Royal Marines [1982]

I went out and planted plants in the garden. Ally cleaned out the cellar. The TV was dominated by newsflashes throughout the day. The Royal Marines have landed on South Georgia and captured it back from the Argentinians. The announcement came at about 8pm as we were watching a delightful girl on BBC2 playing Rachmaninov's 2nd piano concerto, and the emotion was just too much. I went upstairs and put on my Union Jack underpants. This is something I have never experienced in my lifetime. Naval battles have always been part of history. Mrs Thatcher looked defiant and very 'Winston Churchill' on her doorstep at No 10 Downing St. The Queen received the PM in audience at Windsor this afternoon. The woman must be worried sick about Andrew.

Mum phoned again to give a report on the Polaris submarine gentleman. Bed late after a Falklands special on BBC2.

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Saturday April 24, 1982

 Sunshine, heat. Buried in our bed until after 11 and then devoured our usual weekend repast. Out to Bradford, to market. Vegetables, &c. Visited a posh kitchen shop and consider having an expensive oak kitchen suite fitted at Ash Tree Cottage. A man called Middleton is coming on Monday to measure up! We must be mad. We went on to the Railway Inn at Rodley and sat with beer in a smoke-filled chamber. Ghastly. On to the Gadsbys where Tony was bashing a hole in the wall. Hilda was sitting covered in three inches of brick dust refusing to move. We offered our congratulations to Karen and Steve. _____. On to Jill and Tim's. A nice garden. Ale and apricot wine. Dined at the Sanderson pile ~ Chilli con carne. Then back to Valley Rd with the carless Sandersons where we carried on drinking.Watched the horrid Eurovision Song Contest from the Harrogate complex. Abysmal. We returned to Bradford first dropping Karen & Steve at 12:30.

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Friday April 23, 1982

 St George's Day

Sun. YP not brilliant. Scanned the Times but saw no mention of any new Knights of the Garter. I blame the Argentinians. Sir Murray Maclehose, the Governor-General of Hong Kong would be a good KG possibility, but he isn't well and I don't think he'll  see another St George's Day.

Home at 5:30 to find Ally looking beautiful. We went to Burley-in-W at 7:30 stopping first at Beesley's to buy sherry from the barrel [costing £2.90!]. Lynn hadn't cooked a dinner because of the fine weather and she sent David out for fish and chips at 8. Lynn is worried that she isn't keeping up with Dave's high class colleagues. The Bakers don't have a cocktail cabinet, for instance.Dear God. _______. We had to endure a revolting series on the BBC about American forces in the UK in the '40s. Dull. No one could speak and I fumbled with the Daily Mail reading the Nigel Dempster column and his scoop about Princess Margaret and her friend Norman Lonsdale. Ally was bored. Then the photo albums came out. Lynn then switched onto a Walter Matthau film which we'd all seen before. At 12 we left, and only Dave saw us out because the TV hadn't quite burned itself out and Lynn couldn't tear herself away. _____.

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Thursday April 22, 1982

 Good weather again. Sarah has chosen a good week to have it off. Uneventful at the YP. Falklands and all that. Kathleen is mentally disturbed by the whole business of sending gunboats to the other end of the earth. She firmly believes that a nuclear holocaust will finish us all off by Christmas all because of Mrs Thatcher's actions. I think the whole thing is marvellous and it can be doing nothing but good for the election prospects of the Conservative party. Since the Argentinians invaded three weeks ago who has heard a mention of Roy Jenkins?

Home to Baby at 6 and just for a change we went to the Co-op and not to Morrison's. Back at 7:30 to watch a Chronicle programme on the raising of the 'Mary Rose' Tudor warship which sank in 1545. Saw a new thriller. Bed at God knows when.

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