20th Sunday after Trinity
The Why Not, Hemlington
The sabbath. We cleaned the beer lines and had buckets everywhere. Ally looking like a giant baby in her red dungarees. We put out cheese and biscuits on the bar on Sundays. We stood at the bar watching our thieving staff at work. Who should walk in but Rose Skitt, Peter Broom and Ron Perry. I said someone must have dared them to come here from the Linthorpe. They stood with us furtively eyeing the mob who now seem quite tame to us. Are we sinking to the level of our customers without knowing? The staff had gone by 2:30 and we sat in a corner and had a small 'stoppy back'. They left at 5. Later, a chicken roast. Ally went to bed after dinner and remained in that horizontal posture for the duration. Busy in the pub tonight. Taffy likens the Cecil Parkinson situation to Lloyd George, but was LG ever found out?
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