Friday October 18, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn LS11 5NQ

That bloody stupid stock-taker came at 10:30 and mucked around supposedly taking stock. We laughed at his tie. At least eight inches in width, and brown velvet to boot. My God, what a pillock. He was all finished within an hour and off he tootled leaving us with a £20 surplus. Phoned Lynn and asked them to come here tonight (we have 2 staff). They came at 8:30 and we stood in a corner. Lynn told me of David's vasectomy and seemed to think I'd show some disapproval. Does she perhaps think I'm the Pope? David's snip is no concern of mine. We had a very enjoyable evening but it passed too quickly. They didn't stay late and used Dad babysitting as an excuse to leave. Lynn pulled her horrible Tranmere friends to pieces and says none of them know how to bring up children, &c. A reunion with the Allinsons seems likely. To bed pissed. Samuel woke and was troublesome.

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