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Thursday July 25, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

We had a stocktake from the incompetent, bearded chappie. £16 surplus, but the missing Diet Pils doesn't show up. Donna (Lea) came too and they stood whispering. They had lunch here. We are told we are going to have a written warning for the Pils losses. Donna, all smiles, says it's just routine. Doesn't it make you sick? We are convinced that our recent deficit is due to a stocktaking cock-up and that the bearded chap is covering it up. Donna was here until 5:30. We nipped out at 3:30 to Homburg's to choose some gear for Saturday. Dad was here until lunchtime. Uncle Peter called in and went upstairs to see him.

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