Saturday November 30, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

St Andrew's Day

The Moorhouse Inn.

British Telecom! Don't make me bloody laugh. They connected us to a new appliance nearly two weeks ago and we are still waiting for a connection. St Andrew, &c. Sir Winston Churchill is 111. Quiet and cold. Ally is very bad with Tubby II. Heartburn and constant nausea. The mornings are better than the rest of the day, when she grows steadily worse. She reclined on the settee, looking white. Samuel says 'Mummy sick' and looks concerned. Poor boy. He doesn't understand. Playing with his toys he looked up and said: "don't want baby", and then repeated it. What must be going through his mind? I hugged him and said: "You will always be my baby". 

I told Margaret about the draconian 'No Booze Behind the Bar' ban. Much whispering with the customers, and some became heated on the subject. Some are far too willing to force alcohol on my bar staff and part with precious money. Weird. Pam Newton was very sweet about our baby news.

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