Monday February 3, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds, LS11 5NQ

Phoned Ken Gilbertson at the brewery who told me we are having a couple here (relief managers) Mr & Mrs Kennedy, from Blyth, Northumberland. Later, Ally phoned them to discuss the catering whilst we are away. Ally also went to see Maureen about the Procter & Gamble cleaning gear, but  M isn't impressed. Maureen sprays 'Pledge' around as though she's addicted to it. Audrey came in cursing Chris. They were both supposed to work together yesterday afternoon but he didn't come in until 1pm, when he sauntered in with a bar of chocolate. His performance was poor and he left with an auntie before 2:30. He's totally useless, she says. However, Audrey tends to exaggerate. _______. Chris will have to be told. Life in the Moorhouse Inn is very much like ancient Rome.  Margaret worked tonight. She had a few problems last night with Jim Stone and Mick Marsh, who came in pissed up and looked like trouble. She refused them drink and off they went. They both returned today with their tails between their legs.

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Sunday February 2, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds, LS11 5NQ

Sexagesima

Waltergarth, Horton-in-Ribblesdale

To Horton early and got to Dad's for 10:30 or so. Bless him, he had roasted a joint of beef and was mixing cheese sauce. The table was set, napkins etc, for lunch. I am always overcome by the feeling of the place. Mum is everywhere. Neighbour Frances came in for a chat. It was bitterly cold. Dad went out to 'attack' Charlie about a hideous erection he has placed on Dad's land without permission. He was furious. We ate at 12 and then Samuel went for a nap in Dad's bed. Photographs of us all hang everywhere. Ally and I drove out to the Cross Streets Inn, which was closed and then to the Gamecock at Austwick. Very homely. Dad and Mum were frequent visitors. On to the Helwith Bridge - quite busy with a warm atmosphere, though the owner is a tatty individual. Back to Dad's for 2. We sat around the fire until 10:30pm. Sam was very good and went back to Dad's bed at 7. Home to the pub for 12. 

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