Saturday April 27, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Samuel's peals of morning chatter woke me at 8 and I left Ally asleep and created a sumptuous breakfast for my boy. We both sat in the kitchen eating bacon, eggs, and fried black pudding. My head was pounding. I did the tills and Samuel played with his toys. Dad phoned at 9am. Mum feels poorly and in some discomfort from the meddling. I worried all day. Samuel and I went into the cellar to look at the bottles. My wife stayed in bed until 3pm. By this time I had also provided my son with lunch - fish. What a little housewife I am. It was a subdued afternoon downstairs. People with red eyes kept coming in and giggling. 

Mum phoned me at 6:30 feeling better. She said she is phoning us all because she doesn't want us to worry. Auntie Hilda phoned them this morning but Mum was too ill to have any conversation, and Hilda came away very upset fearing the worst. It was good to hear Mum's voice.

We both went downstairs at 7. It was Gary Booth's first appearance behind the bar. He did very well. Competent. 21. No trouble. Exhausted tonight. Quiet in the bars. A steady initiation for Gary. Bed at 12.

Gossip: The Hon Carolyn Herbert has become engaged to a bloodstock agent called Warren. She could so easily have become Duchess of York. How very sad. I do suppose that Prince Andrew's future wife is now a podgy 13 year-old schoolgirl at Roedean.