Wednesday October 5, 1983

 Why Not, Hemlington

Ally: fringe

The stocktaker cometh. We were up early. What will happen? Do we have light fingered staff? We shall see. Mick, a tiny wisp of a youth came from the brewery and we spent the morning counting Bacardi bottles, &c. He likes Ally's till cards and says that the cash is £30 over and so we have
nothing to worry about there. He spoke about the other 57 (?) managed houses. The Butcher's Arms at Pudsey is one, near to Auntie Mabel's. Karen is 24 today. We sent a card. It's MM's birthday too. Ally went off to Thornaby and came back at 3:30 with no hair and stood giggling like someone with a screw missing. She does not suit a fringe. She takes these calamitous incidents so well. Many women would weep and sob uncontrollably when dissatisfied with a hairstyle. Not Ally. I am blessed with a good humoured wife. Dominoes in the bar tonight. Ally was in the kitchen for four and a half hours cutting sandwiches.

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