Monday January 17, 1983

 Strong wind. Took lashings of coffee (black), and ten seconds of 'breakfast TV' from the BBC which started today. Frank Bough at 6:30am is a ghastly thought, and so I'm sticking with the dear, old wireless. We do not have the time to watch TV at breakfast time. My God, don't we have enough of the box without getting it at dawn? 

Took a book with me on the bus. After nine years of looking out upon a grimy West Yorkshire I think I need a change. It's 'The President's Mistress' by Patrick Anderson. To and from Leeds I managed 80 pages, and seven chapters.

YP was hell. Ally phoned. We talked of sending for an application form for Viking Taverns at Hipperholme. Home at 6 and after a chicken salad I took to my typewriter and composed three letters to Timothy Taylor's, Websters and Viking Taverns. The dye is cast. It is exciting. OK, it will be hard and we'll be tied down but we'll be making money and working together. It will be a challenge.

Phoned John. I asked if he was coming over tonight. His reply was that he has no petrol in the car, and will come at the weekend because Janette will still be here. She wants a job, and I suggested that she might look in the YP or EP for vacancies. She is heading to the job centre tomorrow.

Ally baked bread and pottered in the kitchen whilst I watched an Al Pacino film about a bank robbery. I couldn't decide whether it was a comedy or not.

Now that I've written three silly letters I feel as though I have made some progress down the pathway to security and stability. Ally will hate leaving Ash Tree Cottage.

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Sunday January 16, 1983

2nd Sunday after Epiphany

A morning in bed. It's a rare thing these days. I cannot recall when I last climed out from 'neath the sheets after noon. Even on New Year's Day we were up reasonably. We eventually emerged and splashed in the bath and had breakfast, dressed scantily, to the sound of the washing machine going berserk. Had a Duran Duran session at full volume.

Got a bus to Guiseley and arrived at about 3. Blustery day to say the least. To Thorpefields and the Bakers. Sat nursing Katie who is like 'ET' and not at all attractive. Poor Frances, looking sturdy and very grown up, did a dive from the settee and cut her face. We all sat and watched. She seemed to be in the air in slow motion, and none of us could prevent the accident. Had a few beers and inspected Dave's double glazing. They have inherited the decor from the last occupiers. We watched Frances have her tea and then went to Sue & Pete's at 5:30. They'd just eaten. We told them about our census search. Christopher is in control.

Phoned John. He was playing squash with Chris but we went round all the same and passed him in the door. We sat with Janette for half an hour drinking coffee. _____________.

We left at 8:45. Home to chicken stew and Yorkshire puddings. Bed 11:30.

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