12th Sunday after Trinity
Linthorpe Hotel, Middlesbrough
A family day. Ally was desperate to see the shire horses but they came and went before we could look at them. I spent the morning cleaning up the mess in the dining room from last night's orgy. Sausages and other morsels on sticks were scattered everywhere. A gang of lads all with dyed blond hair and crates of diet pils lager were responsible. I worked in the lounge 12-2pm. Kids filled the garden and coloured balloons floated above the cloudless skies. Old Mags was slewed and fell around in the kitchen . It's worrying because she must only be topping up - falling over after only a few halves. We had hot dogs later and crept to bed in the afternoon. Worked 8-11 tonight and felt sluggish after a long sleep. I was up and down from the cellar all night changing barrels. At 10:45 in the vault Ron Perry had a brainstorm and attacked Geoff and almost killed the chap. His friend Ian was bashed over the head with a pewter tankard by Norma and he was taken to hospital where they gave him 15 stitches. Bloody fools.
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