Linthorpe Hotel, Middlesbrough
Roy took us to a smelly sale room where we bought two very tatty armchairs (Parker Knoll) and a ghastly table to use as an office desk. The rounded, gipsy-like salesman, a galloping homosexual, ia a former proprietor of the Wellington. There was a heap of dog excretia on the saleroom floor. I speculated it might be a piece of contemporary art. Anyway, it must help to keep flies out of the kitchen. The car insurance didn't arrive and so the little mini metro cannot be ours until tomorrow. Frank has got us a 30 day cover note. We went to see Inspector Dale at Hemlington, who did his best to terrify us about the Why Not, and thinks I am inexperienced and completely unsuitable. However, the police will not oppose my application for a license. Baby names: Roy and Marie think like we do. William was not fashionable in 1966, but is back up there now thanks to HRH. They like Oliver and Samuel too. The pregnant barmaid Janice or Janet is going to call her child Anthony or Carol. Ugh. Back from the sale room we went to bed. Mum phoned at 4:30 to say that Karen gave birth to a daughter at 3pm. The baby is to be Hayley Lauren as in Mills and Bacall. Hilda, when speaking to Mum, was in a highly emotional state. Tony is away in London busily steel erecting. Steve so wanted a daughter. The Sandersons are all male and the Gadsbys all female.
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