Monday October 14, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

Columbus Day, USA - Thanksgiving Day Canada

Old Red Lion.

A very silly day. I climbed out of bed very early leaving my loved ones slumbering and I sat pondering the desperate situation I am in re the shortage of casks of mild and Sovereign (beer). I phoned around Leeds in search of supplies and wasn't very successful. Only the Old Red Lion can oblige with Sovereign. "I can let you have an eighteen, Luvvie". Oh dear. Subsequently, two poofs, heavily bejewelled, appeared in a van at 3:30. The decorator outside, brush in hand almost fainted when one of the gays exclaimed: "I bet this is the first time a couple of poofs have delivered your beer." Quite a giggle. I gave them a drink for their trouble and off they went. I am told that Monday is 'Denim and Leather' night at the Old Red Lion. What can that mean? We went to Leeds market with Sam looking cheeky with a recently cut fringe. The poor boy was done in because he had refused to take a lunchtime nap. M.C. Cole came in with a colleague and I took Samuel down to get him from under Ally's feet. Dad phoned at 7 o'clock. He is going to Harrogate tomorrow to lunch with the Grunwells and he will visit John at his site (the Royal Baths renovation) and is staying the night with him at Menston. He may come here Thurs/Fri. Quiet night. Just Ally and I. Pleasant though. Janet phoned to say she is leaving us. I was forewarned yesterday when Vince told me she plans to transfer to the Broadway. Good riddance.

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Sunday October 13, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

19th Sunday after Trinity

Charlotte Nora.

The much maligned lady the prime minister is 60 years old today celebrating quietly at Chequers. Sam and I sang 'happy birthday' over our boiled eggs. I do hope she follows the example set by the US president and goes on to lead the nation to well into her eighth decade. That would be so comforting. I cannot see her going up to the Lords just yet. There are still lots of 'wets' to be flushed out. Peter Walker really is an old woman. I do not have time to read the Sunday Telegraph, that's 35p down the drain. A pleasant afternoon in the pub. We debated Mrs Thatcher's appearance - her being sixty and all that. Several customers suggested birthday presents. None of them suitable for a mention here. Upstairs. Burgers and chips. (Ooh, the saturated fat). Eastenders omnibus. Janette phoned and invited herself here. They appeared at 4 with JPH, Catherine and little Charlotte Nora. Baby is very like Janette. We all went over to the park and played on the slide and swings. ____________. JPH is a lovely child. He came over and plonked himself on my knee for a cuddle. He is so endearing. Catherine has been given a very short hair cut. Good, well behaved children though.

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Saturday October 12, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

Sunshine and warmth. I feel groggy. Tired and headache. Ally went off with Samuel and walked into town with the pushchair. Leeds was heaving with shoppers and a plethora of buskers. A bloody noisy nuisance they are. I stayed here and sat upstairs looking at the ceiling. __________. Ally came back and I was wallowing in a state of misery. Not good really. She wrongly assumes that at times like this I am unhappy with her. Of course I am not. We played at making the lounge look like Ypres, the battle. That is Samuel and I. He is into demolition in a big way. So good. He is out of nappies for most of the time and is dry, but occasionally, at times of great excitement, puddles appear. A quiet pub. Just Gary and I tonight. 

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Friday October 11, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

Sunny. Busy afternoon here. Did lots of lunches and took almost £22. I rushed about with sweated brow as in days of yore. Samuel and I went up the road and bought frozen sausages and bin liners and came back to find a plumber farting around with our skivvy glass wash. Hopeless. The British workman is quite washed up. To the bank. Later, watched the prime minister's speech to the Tory conference. It was rapturously received but all the commentators say it was insipid, tepid, lukewarm, &c. What do they expect a PM to say six and a half years into office and with no credible opposition? More sun. Sam and I went out at 4 to buy cream buns and play on the swings. What a case he is. _______. Stone dead below (in the pub). Ally came down at 8 but was gone by 9:30 and was totally 'done in'. Phoned Dad. He has five guests in tonight. This is excellent. He has also taken bookings for November and December.  Up at 11:45. Did the tills, ate a sandwich and watched a film. To bed at 1:15am.

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Thursday October 10, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

Our day off, but it's stupid to call it so because we were here until 2:30 doing the few meagre lunches. Later to Bradford and Club Street which always has such a relaxing effect on us. Ally and Sam went to dig in the garden and I racked some demijohns of wine, untouched since June, 1983, before we departed for Middlesbrough. Ally phoned Bessie who is still battling with a cold. They are coming up to Windermere at the end of the month, but not coming here. This must upset Ally, but she always takes it quite well. Phoned Dad, but the line was engaged. Watched bits of the Tory conference. News: Yul Welles and Orson Brynner have both keeled over and died in the US of A. Not a murmur of Aids in either case. An Italian cruiser has been hijacked off Egypt with Brit and US passengers. This has caused the usual rumpus. Poor old Ronald Reagan staggers about contradicting himself and he has inadvertently recognised the PLO on NBC news which he later corrected. Oh dear. Sam was bathed and put to bed until 11 o'clock. We drank shandy and had fish and chips and chocolate. Such stodginess. We just lazed upon the settee until darkness fell. Ally looked washed out. She doesn't like too much attention. _________.

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