Thursday July 4, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Independence Day USA

Very hot. We erected hanging baskets. Ally took Sam over to Guiseley for the afternoon to see Lynn & Co before their Tenby extravaganza. All the babies played in the nude with buckets of water. Samuel delights in the companionship of other children, especially Katie. His eyes light up at the mention of her name. I spent the afternoon in the flat, stripped to the waist, eating quiche and watching the tennis on our panoramic screen. Ally was back at 5pm with a 'nappy-less' but soggy Sam. Full of fun. Very busy downstairs. None stop from 5:30. If only we could be similarly employed every night. 

Princess Michael of Kent is in hospital in a collapsed state. Some evil rag is suggesting that HRH is having an affair with a Dallas oilman. Prince Michael is 43 today.

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Wednesday July 3, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Hilda phoned me at 11am to give an account of last night's visit to Waltergarth. It was very weepy she says. All Mum's remaining clothes have gone to Pudsey and Lilian Gaunt is now the possessor of Mum's finest gowns. Tony was so drunk that they had to stay the night, a boozy affair.

Naughty Janette discharged herself from hospital and returned to Menston against the advice of her doctors. She is a wilful girl. Susan is under the impression that Mr Glass has given Janette the 'all clear' but when Ally phoned the Clarendon Wing a nurse expressed surprise that 'Miss Drysdale' was leaving. Confusion. John had to leave the Tay site at Yeadon to collect his wailing mistress.

We had an evening off upstairs, and lay in our bedroom after watching 'Dallas'. The noise rising up from the tap room below was awful. Dogs, hysterical women, breaking wood and glass, &c. And yet, a peaceful evening.

Tuesday July 2, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Full Moon

Hot day. That brat of a tennis star has been knocked out of Wimbledon. What's his name? We went to see Janette at the Clarendon Wing. Leeds is horrible in the heat. Hilda and Tony are visiting Waltergarth this evening. On Saturday we received a wedding invitation for Diane & Paul's nuptials on August 31. Nobody else in the family have yet to receive one. We suspect that Hilda doesn't know John or Susan's address. We have a visit to the brewery on July 11. Must ring Marlene to grab Debbie for babysitting.

Lunches here have fallen off. Nobody eats. We take £5 on average these days when before Mary Theresa Collinson's appointment to the kitchen £20 was more the norm. 

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Monday July 1, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Di Wales is 24. The worst June weather since the turn of the century, they're saying. It's bound to be a scorcher next week when Lynn goes to Tenby. She always has it tropical. Lynn phoned to say that Janette is in the Clarendon Wing after some twinges over the weekend. We went with Samuel to visit our would-be-sister-in-law . She looked perfectly well to me, but is awaiting a scan and is under the famous consultant, Mr Glass. Ally went back to see her at 7 and met John there. He only found out at 6:30 when a neighbour went over and reported that Janette had been carried off in an ambulance. He had been working on his kitchen. They drove back to the Moorhouse at 8, and John came in for 'one' drink and stayed until 2am in the tap room. Ally played pool. We had a good chat. John is squeamish about being present for the birth of his next child. I strongly suggested he must be there, and he chewed it over. Ally says I should not try and persuade him and that the decision must be his. It's a highly personal decision. Glynnie phoned at a late hour. The Hollywood is doing a roaring trade. It's the first time I have spoken to him since I phoned him about Mum. 

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