Moorhouse Inn, Leeds
The dray came in the middle of the night, or that's what it felt like at 7 o'clock. Day two of the new pub menu. A marked improvement. We sold one beef curry and one shepherd's pie. Samuel had the special of the day mushed up in a bowl and he wolfed it down. The gas men working on the council estate boosted our takings but they like to linger with dominoes until 3:30. They've been installing central heating in Albert & Kitty's house for nine days. One could plumb the entire globe in half the time, surely.
Arrivals: a son to David and Lady Carina Frost. Departures: Lord Glenavy, the brother of Patrick Campbell, the deceased, spluttering TV personality (I should have said stuttering); Gabrielle Rowley-Conwy, 106, mother of Lord Langford; and Earl Howe, 75.
The news showed Prince William racing around the garden at Kensington Palace. The prince is two and looks a little cracker. They say he called the P of W 'daddy'. They usually say 'papa' in the royal family. I only hope Diana isn't 'mam'. Watched the PM giving a party political broadcast on the coming European election. Churchillian from top to bottom. It's now a year since the general election triumph. Let us hope and pray she will stop Neil Gimmick in '87.
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