Why Not, Hemlington
Ally phoned the brewery to enquire about the procedure for sacking staff. She got through to David Tyne who, in the absence of Fran O'Brien, put her on to a Mr Brown in personnel. He said he would ring back, but didn't, and therefor our viper arrived for work this evening and we did nothing. Ally gave Cath C a warning and she immediately said she will tend her resignation tomorrow. Good. The little Welsh punter Taffy (ex army?) chatted about large spiders in the desert. Apparently he's eaten snake stew. He gave me some Wilbur Smith novels. A horrible atmosphere of suspicion and hate hangs over the place. The place was electric. Ally went to see Dr Ruffett and all is going extremely well. No high blood pressure. Baby is in the correct position and is the correct size. Ally remains under 9st. She made another appointment for next month, but just where we'll be I shall not hazard a guess.
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