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| 'Mandy' at the Why Not. |
Why Not, Middlesbrough
Sunshine. Dad helped me put all the wooden tables from the garden up onto the flat roof. Some five year-old budding hooligans had piled them up to resemble a bonfire, so I thought it was time to act. I got up early to 'bottle up' and we had breakfast with Mum & Dad later. Weetabix seems to be the thing. We sat round a tiny table brought up from the bar. Whilst we worked downstairs Mum and Dad cleaned the flat and stuffed a chicken for lunch which we all lunched on at 3, after closing. Dad spent some time cleaning out the deep fat fryers. He enjoys getting messy. Chatted to the man who delivered the crisps. He went on at length about the different flavours. At 5 a couple came to inspect the place, sent by Francis O'Brien. No tattoos and no wedding rings - they'll never do. At 7 F. O'B arrived in person and we gave him a list of queries. His suits always look very Savile Row. He told us that an appointment has been offered both here and at the Master Cooper, but the change over, if accepted, is in the air. We'll certainly be here until mid-November. Our baby is due in 100 days.
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