Sunday July 15, 1984

 4th Sunday after Trinity

Moorhouse Inn

To Linfood at dawn to spend £50 on frozen chips and other vital provisions. We had no cleaner in today because staff supposedly cannot work on seven consecutive days. So Ally did the swabbing out at midnight. We did steer clear of the lavatories. Nothing can persuade me to mop up other people's piss. They don't pay me enough for that. 

Watched 'Casablanca' again. My excuse was that Samuel hasn't seen it before. He giggled when I exclaimed: 'play it again, Sam', and 'here's looking at you, kid'. 

Bessie phoned. She seems to think we are disorganised for next Sundays ceremonial. We never flap. Graham and Gill were lunching at Martyr Worthy just returned from the Isle of Wight. Matthew was running riot on top of the Hepplewhite. Oh God.

Dave L walked in at 7:15 for seven packs of hedgehog favoured crisps. He looked tanned after a holiday at Runswick Bay. His dog, Rowan, has just won a pound at Bolton Abbey Show and he had collected this vast sum from the hands of Lady Hartington herself, whom he described as 'looking quite as normal and your and I'. Of course she is. The aristocracy can often look extremely pedestrian. He is coming back next week when the schools break up. Life in South Elmsall is dangerous at the moment. Bricks flying with the pickets, &c. Jane again tonight.

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