Sunday April 27, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

4th Sunday after Easter

Day off. To Club St. I spent the day undercoating, rubbing down, scratching and sweating. All a change from pulling beer. Ally made a corned beef hash. Bev worked this afternoon with Mags and at 6pm, very tired and weak, I called at Margaret's for the pub keys. Feel frozen and shivery. Not a soddin' cold, surely? Hot bath. Slumbered on the settee with Miss Marple and Mastermind on the TV. Went down at about 9:30 to see Uncle Peter and Jean. Karin and Bev worked. Poor Jean was told by a doc on Monday to stop smoking completely otherwise he might have no alternative but to amputate her legs! This seems a little drastic. We decided, midst laughter, that perhaps she should cut down to about 20 cigs a day and just have one leg off! Oh dear.

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Saturday April 26, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn Leeds LS11 5NQ

Busy and warm. the outside tables come out. Karin worked lunch alone. V. capable. Jacq and Ian came with the proofs of their wedding photos and had a few drinks. Majorca was balmy. A warm Spring afternoon. At 4 we went over to Guiseley and placed a few pansies on Mum's grave. The daffodils are up and bobbing around all over the cemetery. It's almost a year now. I am rendered quite speechless and with a burning anger. It's never a feeling of sadness. Just bloody anger. Margaret in tonight. Stone dead. Jim Precious has a rash. Where's my surgical mask?

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Friday April 25, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Great quarrels in the pub about the Duchess of Windsor. Some sneer at the hypocrisy of letting the old girl rest at Windsor when, for 50 years, she was denied sanctuary within the castle walls. Utter rubbish. Others go so far as to say that in death she should be created HRH. What hypocrisy is that? Clever people at Burke's Peerage say that being the wife of HRH The Prince Edward, Duke of Windsor she was from 1936 HRH The Princess Edward, Duchess of Windsor anyway. Not so. The King, fount of all honour, can do anything and he denied this style to the Duchess and no amount of legal banter and letters to the editor can detract from this. Sarah Ferguson will become an HRH in July because the sovereign so wishes it. 

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Thursday April 24, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

The Duchess of Windsor died this morning in Paris aged 89 and probably hasn't gone to Heaven. Years ago, in a rare flash of romantic foppery before I adopted a more serious mask, I harboured strong feelings of affection for Edward VIII and Mrs Simpson. Not now. However, she did us a great favour. She jettisoned George VI and dear Elizabeth  to the throne sparing us the many embarrassments that "Darling David" would have given us. Wallis is to be buried at Frogmore next Tuesday and the tabloids are speculating as to whether Di will now get the priceless emeralds, &c. 

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Wednesday April 23, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

St George's Day

Stocktake. The bearded twit came and gave us a £40 deficit but we don't worry. It is 40 days since the last stocktake. What's £1 a day?

Recent stiffs: Glubb Pasha; the Earl of Haddington, KT; Sir William and Lady Fellowes; Dickie Henderson, OBE; Morecambe and Wise, OBE; John Lennon, MBE. Oh, go away, Michael.

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Tuesday April 22, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Ally is washed out. The newspapers are full of royal trivia. A birthday is always a good excuse for the rags to fill 500 pages with old pictures of HM. The Daily Star has a centre spread "60 things you didn't know about the Queen", and the only reason we do not know them is that some journo in an office has sat with a typewriter and made them all up. Despite my misplaced cynicism I do think that the Queen is more popular today than at any time in her life. Most of us cannot remember any other sovereign. Charles would be unthinkable at the moment even though his princess is beautiful and photogenic. Give me Elizabeth II any day. The King of Spain is here in State. A banquet at Windsor. Of course Juan Carlos and Sofia are close family of our royals and so it's a cosy family occasion.

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Monday April 21, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

The Birthday of Queen Elizabeth II

Waltergarth.

Over to Guiseley for 9:30 and found Sue ready and waiting. Her washing blowing on the clothes line. A bright, blustery day. We arrived at Dad's at about 11, but by this time we had drizzle. Dad is so morose. It's difficult to have any conversation with him. He has lost interest in the children  and looks utterly finished. Neighbour Frances called in. We watched TV and although Dad doesn't approve of daytime viewing we insisted because it is the Queen's birthday and the media has gone to town. Daffodil waving schoolchildren singing on the Mall, &c. Andrew and Fergie on the balcony at Buck House. Later a service at St George's and tonight - when we were back at Club St - an appreciation of HM by Ludovic Kennedy and a gala at Covent Garden. Phew. We are knackered after our exertions and had a Chinese take-away tonight. Returned here at 12. We left Dad's at 10 by which time everyone was hysterical. Poor Dad. His reason for living is gone.

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