Tuesday October 11, 1983

 Why Not, Hemlington

Why Not?

Still wet. No tattoos this morning and only a pin-striped executive playing the fruit machine to disturb the tranquility. I phoned the brewery with my order and sorted out the deliveries recently arrived on the dray. Look at the map. There are two Hales in Cheshire - one near Manchester and the other in obscurity near Liverpool. Phoned Roy who confirmed that the Cheshire Midland is near Altrincham. Having lunch when Fran O'Brien phoned to query our first summary sheet sent in weeks ago. "Why have you bought an office table? ... and how can you have spent £10 on stationery?" He is such a bloody miser. Ally gave him a complete run down of our purchases. O'Brien has no set date when the Motts take over here, but it must be about a month away. Of course we'll tell nobody. We didn't mention the Cheshire Midland to F.O'B either. Roy says it is none of his business. I got everything ready for our absence at 11 after closing while Ally was upstairs in her
counting house.

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