Tuesday June 28, 1983

 I walked into town at 10 and went to 'sign on' as they say. I asked the 17 year-old bundle of joy on the desk whether this is the first week that I might perhaps begin to live off the state. 'Yes. You might get a cheque on Thursday', she said, vaguely. I went to the railway station to enquire about fares to Middlesbrough. £7.60. I collected a Dales Rail leaflet for trains to Horton-in-Ribblesdale.  Walking home I spied an amusing piece of racist graffiti. ____________. I am in no way a racist. I wouldn't object if a daughter contracted a marriage with a Pakistani if she wished to do so, but the daubing on the wall gave me a chuckle on the way home. 

A letter in the Daily Telegraph criticises the PM's revival of hereditary peerages. I will write to the PM to give my support to her brave decision. I would like to see others raised to the peerage after Willie Whitelaw and George Thomas. Harold Wilson, yes. Callaghan and Heath, yes. Retiring prime ministers were always given an earldom. Disraeli gave a peerage to his wife. Margaret could also do this for Denis.

Watched Wimbledon. Virginia Wade was beaten. I had two odd phone calls from a giggling woman asking to speak to 'Alphonse'. 

I saw Phyllis from the end house and told her our news. Poor Bert is unwell but battling on. I hope I will be able to continue with my journal in Middlesbrough. I haven't been defeated before. When Ally came in we had frozen fish fingers. They weren't actually frozen when we ate them but they were in that state minutes before they went under the grill. The garden gate creaked and in walked Dave L en route to Caesar's nightclub for some tickets. We gave him a couple of drinks and told him our news. He isn't interested in babies but was pleased about the pub. His pig at school expects piglets any day now. We went to bed on his departure at 9:30.

-=-

Monday June 27, 1983

 The second anniversary of our marriage. We met at lunchtime and went to the bank and the Traveller's Rest where we lunched on scampi (me) and steak and kidney pie (Ally). 

Spent the afternoon watching Wimbledon. Jimmy Connors was defeated. Mum phoned to wish us a happy anniversary and says they had two men staying there from Middlesbrough who know the Linthorpe Hotel well and say it's a big place in its own grounds. Spoke to Dad about the hideous Ronald Gregory selling his 'Ripper Yarns' to the Mail on Sunday for £40,000 or more. Dad is aghast.

Watched 'Minder'. Bed at 11.

-=-

Sunday June 26, 1983

4th Sunday after Trinity

 Ally feels slightly better today, yet still queasy. We put the settee into the middle of the room and lay upon it like Romans. Ally snoozed but was frequently awakened by the canon fire from the Battle of Edgehill coming from the film 'Cromwell' on BBC1. A hideously biased film. Before the battle we saw Cromwell (Richard Harris) praying: 'Oh Lord thou knowest how busy I must be this day: If I forget thee, do not thou forget me'. This prayer was actually spoken by Sir Jacob Astley (1579-1652), who fought on the royalist side. The film shows frequent meetings between Cromwell and King Charles I which never actually occurred. Why do they meddle with the facts so?

Lynn and Dave brought the children at 5 for an hour. Frances insisted on taking down every book from the bookcase. Katie is fat and brown. I have never known a baby smile so much. We dined on pork chops. 

-=-

Saturday June 25, 1983

 I slept late. Ally was awake at 7 and collected the mail, but I was sluggish and idle.

I expected to hear from Sarah after my visit to the YP on Wednesday. __________,

Ally had a salad and I sat and watched her eat it. Later I watched a 1979 Dracula film spoiled by the fact that the butler, or asylum administrator, is Chalkie White the Coronation Street dustman.

To bed at 12:30.

-=-