Wednesday October 2, 1985

 5, Club Street, Lidget Green

A glossy holiday snap.

Up at 7. Planted two rose trees with Sam's assistance. One was called 'Elizabeth of Glamis'. I suppose it's a small podgy flower that waves regally in the wind. On to the Moorhouse for 9 o'clock. Ron Brook, in a crimson track suit, looking like a bag of nerves. The stock take gave him a £35 deficit. LG came and we checked everything. Les has diarrhoea and cannot sample the ale. Ally and I went shopping and did the pub lunches afterwards. The place is stone dead. We are determined to turn over a new leaf and be organised. Sam and I went out for a walk at 3:30 while Ally sorted the place. We escaped the Labour party conference on the BBC to go to the park and investigate the motorway bridge. Later we collected two of our holiday films. Glossy snaps of blue skies and Sam on a pebbled carpet. What a good time we had. Memories that will last forever. Sam, out of his high chair, ate jammy sandwiches watching the six o'clock news. The BBC theme tune is a particular favourite of his. Kinnock, Kinnock, Kinnock, &c. Some upstart called Derek Hatton dominates. Rock Hudson has died from Aids at 59. Dickie Henderson died of cancer last week aged 62 _______. Quiet evening. Margaret worked. No major news here. It is Andrea's birthday. Poor Scottish Dave (or was it English Dave?) was buried on Monday, three weeks after his tragic, early demise. Phoned Dad. He's coming at the weekend.

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