Saturday September 15, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

Sat eating porridge at 7:30am I switched on the radio to hear the news that the Princess of Wales is at the Lindo Wing awaiting the birth of the royal baby. We had no plans for the day and so decided to hold a vigil by the TV. We were in need of a good day of relaxation and these royal landmarks are always such an excuse. News bulletins say the baby is coming 10 days early, as did Prince William. Poppycock. The palace never reveals the due dates of royal babies. We had lunch still discussing the activity at the Lindo Wing. The royals traditionally have a boy then a girl. The Queen did. So did Margaret, Anne, Richard of Gloucester, the Duchess of Kent, Michael of Kent, Alexandra & Angus, &c.

At 5:30 it was announced that the princess had given birth to a son at 4:20pm weighing 6lb 14oz. How splendid. The House of Windsor is now firmly secured in the male line. How reassuring. Sammy Bear did not appreciate these momentous events. Saw the baby leaving hospital at 7pm. Of course people will say they wanted a princess. 

Bessie and Frank have been to Cyprus. Today is Frank's 57th birthday. We watched Grandstand all afternoon. Even the racing results. Today the St Leger was run at Doncaster. It was quiet downstairs. Archie was roaring drunk on Bacardi (again). He was peeved that the infant prince wasn't born in Scotland.

Ally cleaned the place from top to bottom because Annie, the sabbath cleaner, is going into hospital tomorrow for an eye op. 

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