Saturday January 11, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds, LS11 5NQ

A very hard (illegible) day. I opened up at 11 expecting peace and tranquillity, for that is my usual lot on a Saturday with just Jim and George and the 'Daily Star'. But Oh no. In walked 73 rugby league fanatics, all very good humoured, who proceeded to drink us out of house and home for two hours which gave us our busiest lunch time ever. Just me, no staff. Ally came down with Samuel . Knackered at 3. I left a tap open in the back bar and flooded the tap room. Lanigans. To Morrison's at 4. We thought Margaret was down to open up at 7 but she didn't appear until 8. Audrey was told this afternoon that her working hours would now be more varied in the future, and 12-3:30 might be a thing of the past. She wrongly thinks I'm a swine who wants rid of her. However, she has no argument because her contract states she'll work when I say, &c. Ally was still up at 11:30pm. Samuel's party is now ready. Watched a Hammer horror.

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Friday January 10, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Jack Collett.

Audrey held an impromptu 'privy council' meeting here with old favourite Mavis Ingham and Margaret Milne in attendance. The meeting commenced at 2pm on Audrey's escape from the bar. Little does she know that this 12-2pm run is going to be a permanent thing. I am going to have to cut lunchtime staff hours. Phoned Dad. What a mess he was in. He had supped half a bottle of whisky plus two large bottles of home brewed beer and was totally pissed. I could weep for him. I do worry about Dad. Who wouldn't get pissed up in his position? He has been a tower of strength for us. He lets himself go when all alone at Waltergarth. I told we all love him. 

Chris and Margaret worked PM. I sat at the bar with Jack Collett and Brian (beard) discussing Westland, Heseltine, Robert Runcie, Heseltine, Westland, Westland, Westland, &c. They say that the shaggy haired former defence secretary will one day lead the party. No way. 

Ally made a few attempts to make Samuel a birthday cake, but they were sad. Watched a late film.

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Thursday January 9, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Lay in bed drinking tea in the dark at 7:30am. Ally cannot get up without a bowl of cereal which she ate propped up by pillows. Samuel is a good boy. He just say playing with toys until we pulled round. We must be getting old. Later we went to collect a batch of photographs and bought Samuel a toy record player from a store on Wellington Street. I am looking forward to this birthday party. Ally has baked buns and has bought some of those little trifle dishes with the crinkly edges which jolt one back to 1959, or so. Later Ally and Sam came downstairs (11am) to quash the rumours that she has left me. Samuel is so good for business and he went around in the back bar at the wheel of his Postman Pat car kissing the aged customers.

Heseltine: resigned

Newsflash: Michael Heseltine has resigned as Secretary of State for Defence over the Westland helicopter takeover affair thingy. A very able man, but probably too unconventional to lead the (Conservative) party. Long hair, &c.

Worked alone from 2pm. Audrey sat having a drink at the bar until 3. Later Ally and Sam had spaghetti bolognese, and I nothing. Couldn't be bothered. But later at 8 when Margaret arrived I nipped up to the fish and chip shop and bought a pile of soggy, fried fayre which we ate in front of a smouldering Michael Heseltine on the telly. Phoned Dad. He wasn't quite a buoyant today, and was sat watching 'Minder'. We spoke of Michael Heseltine. It's Dad's opinion that the Tory MP 'didn't do much anyway'. The pub was jovial. Lots of noise. Mary (Knight), the widow - blond and randy - kissed me on the way out. I am something of a Clark Gable. To bed at 11:50. Ally was already out for the count.

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Wednesday January 8, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Snow, ice and a general chill. After breakfast Samuel and I went out with picks and shovels to move the snow from the carpark. It was a slushy, half-hearted affair. We went over the white moor to inspect the frozen park. Samuel's little fingers were blue. He refused to wear his Thomas the Tank mittens. What a cherub he is. 

Baby names: Ally wants Nora in the middle of our future babe's three names, not at the end. So Clemmie will have Nora then Mary or Lucy. For a boy George is the top, but we like William. I favour the former because 1). I dislike the nickname Bill, and 2). People will say we have named him after Prince William of Wales. I could not do that. I also like Harry, but that name will be discarded for the same reason. All our baby names with the exception of Clementine can be found in our genealogical table.

Bliss. A night off. Audrey opened up at 5:30, and then Maureen and Chris worked. Very quiet. Just (illegible) and drank wine and chatted by a smouldering TV set. We had trout. I love it, but Ally picked and poked at it. Fear of bones. I hid the gaping fish heads beneath lettuce. 

Frank and Bessie flew to Tenerife yesterday for a week. Phoned Dad at 8:30. He seemed cheerful and he talked about the jet crash at West Burton, Wensleydale, yesterday. Near him.

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