Friday November 8, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Samuel looks better and is more lively, but we are watching him closely. Poor boy. He is rarely ill. Have received a snotty letter from LG regarding his visit on Oct 24, setting out the points we were supposed to have discussed. Rubbish. No word as yet about our suspect cask of OBB. Lunchtimes are so diabolically quiet. Because of this we have to cut Audrey's hours from next week. Excitement of a gynaecological nature, though we do not want to build up our hopes. _________.It would just be the thing to be sacked and pregnant. Spent the day seething about LG. He ought to be ashamed of himself. I expect such drivel to come from the mouth of Fran O'Brien, but not from Leslie Gledhill. Perhaps he is unwell? Ally was close to tears but they held off. We have come a long way since the traumas of the Why Not. She sat stoically at the breakfast table saying she'll fight the brewery to the bitter end. What else? Oh yes, we get on much better together in a crisis, and instead of sniping at each other we attack LG instead. Postcards have gone to everyone we can think of regarding a 'party night' set for Nov 16. Hopefully it will be a big turn out. Anita Leslie has pegged out. Her obit. is enclosed herein - a kinswoman of Sir W.S.C.

Just Margaret and I downstairs tonight. She seemed a bit fed up.

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