Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ
Sunday after Ascension
Mother's Day USA & Canada
We went over to Club Street to continue decorating. John and Janette came late with JPH and Charlotte (Catherine is at a party). They had lunched at Mother Hubbard's and the bath panel for us on John's roof rack had snapped on Hollins Hill. John and I upstairs. Downstairs Janette told Ally that she had recently squabbled with Lynn. Dad being the topic of the argument. ___________.
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Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ
Karen and Steve appeared tonight, at 7pm. Steve never changes. We expected a pregnancy announcement but were told the opposite.
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Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ
Two parliamentary by-election misses for the government. I am not in the least bit surprised. Re the royal wedding. Have I become somewhat lethargic on this topic? Pages and bridesmaids have been announced, &c, and following the precedent of the 1981 wedding all are godchildren or infants.
Peter & Zara Phillips, Lady Rosanagh Innes-Ker, Andrew Ferguson, Alice Ferguson, Seamus Makim, Laura Fellowes and Prince William of Wales, himself. Lady Rosanagh is a daughter of the Roxburghes, of Floors Castle, where Prince Andrew allegedly got down on one knee in February to propose to Miss F. The Duchess of Roxburghe was a Grosvenor.
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Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ
Ascension Day
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| Horse & Jockey. |
Back to the Horse and Jockey at Ossett to return the Diet Pils. Ally weary. It was polling day in Leeds. This afternoon Samuel and I walked over to the school where we went behind the screen together to and made a cross on the ballot paper for the ill-fated double barrelled Tory candidate. Ally stayed home with her feet up and she asked me to vote on her behalf. I explained that the rudiments of our democracy prevents this.
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Rain. The Princess of Wales fainted somewhere in the colonies and everyone on Fleet Street say that a). she is pregnant, or b). she is dying over exhaustion caused by over work, or c). the anorexia nervosa is back. It is almost silly season. The Daily Star of course says she is a, b and c.
Afternoon off 3 until 7. Watched "Eye of the Needle" with Donald Sutherland. We saw it years ago with Lynn and Dave. No staff. Just Pet and myself.
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Edward VII died in 1910, and Princess Margaret married that little photographer named after a Welsh peak, 1960 &c. Warm. A day off of sorts. The rush yesterday means we have to go to Tadcaster today for beer. Samuel's dream came true and for a few hours he was a drayman. On to Club St - decorating. Sam, still in drayman mode, spilled a tin of white emulsion over our green carpet and for a few minutes it was like Hell on earth. Ally, heavily laden, on all fours scooping up hand fulls of paint. John, sombre, came to tile the bathroom. Lord Shinwell is about to die.
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Rain. Bank Holiday. To Guiseley this afternoon to see Susie and Samantha who is only to have the one forename. She is following the precedent set by mother who gave the boys two names and the girls only one. The boys all fell upon her with bear hugs and kisses. The poor little bugger (Samantha) will have to grow tough or die. Like the boy named Sue in the song by Johnny Cash.
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Rogation Sunday
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| Yorke Arms. |
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Moorhouse Inn Leeds LS11 5NQ
Overcast. To Ossett for a nine gallon of pils from the Horse & Jockey. They are supping with a vengeance here. Frank took us in his car. Later to the Harewood Arms for a pub lunch. Samuel looked angelic and the waitress addressed him as a little girl 18 times, even after we'd said he is a boy called Samuel. Silly cow. A passable meal. On to Otley to see Susan and the baby. She is so tiny and unlike the others. Dad was there and in the Doldrums. David and I took the vast gathering of children into the grounds. He confided in me that he is still fertile and despite the vasectomy he continues to fire live ammunition. I almost fell over an ambulance. Salmon sandwiches and Agatha Christie tonight. Cosy.
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The phone trilled at 7:30am. It was Sue to say she had been delivered of a daughter, Samantha, at 6:40am. We are thrilled, and a little peeved that Dad or Lynn hadn't bothered to tell us she had gone into Otley hospital yesterday. Thank God they have had a daughter at long last. It was a perfectly normal birth. We can go over to see them tomorrow. Hot. Busy pub. Frank and Bessie arrived here at 8pm laden with gifts. We all had a gin and tonic and Samuel stayed up to see them and was deliciously well behaved plodding around in his pyjamas. Our lager supply is going to run out, and I will have to get an emergency supply from somewhere. I got a one and a half litre of Dry Martini from the Junction.
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May Day. Lady Sarah Armstrong-Jones is 22. Carol Johnson (who?) is 33. The lads from the Craven Gate came here. Pool Knockout. They linger over every shot like some of the boring professional snooker millionaires. How serious these sportsmen are. They played until 11:30. Ally took to her bed before the thrilling sporting climax.
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Leslie Gledhill came this evening to moan about our takings. The slump in barrelage, &c. "Do you want a move?" he asked. Is it perhaps our personalities that have turned our tap room into a mausoleum? We mentioned that we liked the Menston Arms and he raised his eyes to the heavens. The pub will be much sought after next year and will not be handed to us on a plate. We opened and up and I think said too much. Other less aesthetic managers would have told LG to fuck off. Tonight the quiz team from the Albion at Wakefield came here. Unbelievably, we won. Of course I was in the quiz team.
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| Queen Mother: winsome smile. |
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Dad came here at lunchtime looking quite chirpy, but wearing such drab clothes. Mum would have called them his 'playing out' clothes and she wouldn't have been happy to see him visiting us wearing such apparel. Upstairs when just about to go down who should walk in but Marlene and Frank. They haven't been for ages. They are taking Mabel up to Horton for a few days on Wednesday. I do hope it won't be all doom and gloom and Biblical. The dear Harwoods left at 2 and we splashed in the bath and clad ourselves in posh gear and went to Bramley - the Raynville Hotel - for our quarterly slap on the wrists and kick in the shins from L. Gledhill . We went after Samuel's tea at 5:30.
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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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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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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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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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Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ
The Birthday of Queen Elizabeth II
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