Thursday March 1, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn

St David's Day

I posted a cheque for £99 to MM and Marita for the mattress. I wrote to Dave G, Dave L and Great Auntie Anne, &c. Dad would call it 'doing a bit of clerical'. March is upon us. I am feeling my age these days. People who shouldn't do are starting to look young. Acne covered police constables and fresh-faced juvenile bishops. It was a 7 o'clock start today. The stock taker was here at 8:15. After an hour he announced that we have a £32 surplus. Such a relief. _________. It must have been _______with his fingers in the till. He did act odd and suspicious and he was buying cocktails for his lady friend on Tuesday at £1.45 a throw.

Samuel is a little bruiser. He has grown since we put him to bed last night. Ally has dressed him all in white and he looks so beautiful. What proud parents we are. L. Gledhill phoned at 10. The new tills come on Tuesday. He was pleased about the stock.

Can I speculate about the name of the expected royal baby? Prince George of Wales sounds good, but then I expected George in '82. We haven't had a James since the onset of the Hanoverian succession - other than James Ogilvy. John brings to mind the epileptic prince who died in seclusion in 1919, but of course Earl Spencer is John. Too many Edwards. Perhaps Prince Philip? As for girls they can be more adventurous. Victoria, Charlotte, Caroline, Louise/Louisa, Alexandra, Elizabeth?

Takings: (B) £192.68, (L) £175.32.

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