Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ
A hysterical and historic day. Awakened early with bleary eyes and heavy jowls. Ally furious at my lack of self control. "Of all the nights to go out and get pissed", &c. We went out for a drive with me at the wheel. I was sweating like a boiled pig. Looking at myself in the car mirror it was a horrific sight. Pink eyes, spikey hair. My driving test was at 10:45 with a Mr Garlick. I did very well because I drove uncharacteristically sluggish and slow. My only mistake was to ignore some defunct traffic lights, and then brake excessively. I thought I had failed. But when traffic lights are out of order and cars are all sat waiting to move surely someone has to take the initiative? Mr Garlick was irate and tetchy. My Highway Code questions were as disaster. He then asked: "What lights do you put on in fog?" Moronically I said: "Dunno." He smiled: "Let's break it down a bit. Inside lights or outside lights?" Lovely. Yes, I PASSED! Thirteen years and five tests later. Ally and Sam had been for a Coca Cola at the Brown Hare. We rejoiced. I peeled off my L plates. My hangover disappeared. All's right with the world. I was so shocked I allowed Ally to drive home. Phoned Bessie, and then Dad at Horton, who was overjoyed. Phoned Sue, and then Lynn phoned me. It's about time I had some good news, don't you think?
Harold Wilkinson is 75 today. St Swithin's Day. On this day I always think of our old neighbour, Ethel 'Brit' Greenwood.
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