Friday October 28, 1983

Janette.

 Sunny. The return of the stocktaker. Ron, the scruff, came at 8:30. Hes says he drove from Tadcaster in half an hour. He spent a few hours with us and then went to do the Eston Hotel returning at 1pm to conclude. His microcomputer, which adds the lot up on site, was on the blink but before he left at 3 he said we probably have a slight surplus. A great relief. Ally feels down in the dumps and now wants to go home. Our stay here is now a strain for her. She brightened at the arrival of Frank and Barbara Makin with Fiona, who stayed a couple of hours in a corner listening to the cursing, the effing and blinding. Barbara was most concerned and commented how brave we must be. Our little bridesmaid is now a great, big, strapping woman wearing eye make-up. Doesn't time fly? Maurice came in wearing the full Mackenzie tartan gear and bored the pants off everyone. Frank seemed to know more about Scotland. Ally went off to Thornaby after Frank and Barbara's departure (they went to Stainton for lunch) and I stood supervising the hideous ______, who no doubt has her hand in the till at every available opportunity. She has a six year-old son, Robert, who wears an earring. This evening Janette phoned to say thy wanted to come up and sure enough they walked in at 9 o'clock. We sat after time in the empty lounge and sipped exotic drinks at £3 a round. ___________. They recently went back to Lochans and visited the children at Corner House Cottage. John says JPH is like me, and Catherine like her mother, but that Hannah is the image of our dear Papa. Maria now has long, permed hair and works in an asylum. Janette asked to see the wedding album. Libby is to marry a man with a degree from Shrewsbury. To bed exhausted at 1am.

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