Thursday December 5, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

A sad note in a Christmas card from Edna and Nellie this morning. Dad's cousin Vera Dean, 76, was struck by a car and killed on Nov 24 when leaving church in Bramley. She was on a pelican crossing . She has a brother, Arthur Dean, 73, and is the only daughter of Polly Dean (née Ross), sister of my great-grandmother, Christiana Rhodes (née Ross). We sat in bed with tea and biscuits. Dad was very saddened and he phoned Edna, who filled him in with the details. We went out. Wet, fog, drizzle. We bought a potted Christmas tree for  fiver. In the hustle and bustle of Leeds Market Dad says Dickens characters abound, and looking around they most certainly do. Dad loathes cities, especially Leeds, which he finds squalid. At 3:30 we went down and decorated the (Christmas) tree in the lounge and put up lights. Samuel's face was a picture. He sang 'Happy Birthday' at full throttle for some reason. _________.A night off. Dave L phoned from South Elmsall. He spoke about bees and aquaria, &c. Very chatty. He says he's coming here at Christmas with MM & Marita.

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Wednesday December 4, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Wet. Sue phoned at breakfast and spoke to Ally. She's suffering from morning sickness too. Dad appeared at 11am and went up for a coffee with Ally. She went to her hairdresser in Bradford and when she came back she looked groomed and healthier. I worked until Liz came in at 8:30 from her cleaning job at Schofield's or Lewis's. She thinks she is three months pregnant______. Mad Scots were in the tap room celebrating their win, or draw, over Australia, to put them through to next years World Cup in Mexico. Dad walked up the road and bought Chinese take-aways (£10 for three), and we dined upstairs at 8:30. Dad says that Janette is planning the wedding for March 14. He is doing nothing for Christmas. All his descendants are to receive a fiver. No Christmas tree at Horton, and he's sending no cards. Very sad. He has lost his spirit.

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Tuesday December 3, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Samuel and his grandad

Poor little Samuel must wonder what is the matter with mummy. When should she see a doctor? She says she'll see one at 12 weeks which takes us to January 1st. I went over to Hunslet and had a haircut. Samuel found a little girl to play with in the barbers. It's obvious how outgoing he is. A little leader. The girl was at least twice his age and yet he bossed her about. This afternoon we completed our Christmas cards - 41 or so, and Ally wrapped presents. Samuel and I climbed into the bath together. He washed my knees and I washed his. I worked from 5:30. People had to wait. The British are famed for queuing aren't they? It was quiet. I managed nicely. Dad phoned to say he will come for a couple of days. He seemed concerned at Ally's condition.

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Monday December 2, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Ally nauseous and completely washed out. I went down at 5:30 and did both bars on my own whilst Ally lay above. It was quiet. Pool knockout. A lad from 'the Cut' brought me a garden gnome. Wernher keeps a list for Audrey tomorrow. He'll have to go. 

John & Janette (1985)

Janette phoned this morning. People can ring in but we cannot ring out. Hopeless really. She wanted a copy of John's birth certificate because he's insuring her and Charlotte Nora___________and cannot find his copy. I do not have one and suggest Maria. She went on to say that she and John had been discussing 'the wedding' last night with the 1986 diary, and they plan to marry at Leeds Register Office in March. The thirteenth of that month will be the 10th anniversary of his marriage to Maria. Surely, this month is a bad omen? Janette has also spoken to Dad. 

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Sunday December 1, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

1st Sunday in Advent

Sam (1985).

Ding Dong Merrily on High, &c. December is here. Oh God what an awful month. I used to laugh when Hilda went on and on in days gone by about all the morbid anniversaries that this month held, but now we have our own, Dec 17, the day last year when Mum went into Airedale. Ally had a poor morning and grew worse as the day went on. No staff at lunch and so she joined me in the bar, and last until 2. Very pale. So weary. So little I can do. I made sausages and mash for lunch. Ally likes stodge. On the TV we watched The Count of Monte Cristo starring Richard Chamberlain and then the poor Prince of Wales going on and on about inner cities. I do hope he isn't doing too much. Samuel missed his footing on the stairs this morning and went for a Burton. Bruised now. He hasn't taken to his advent calendar which features Santa Claus. He kept jabbing Ally's hand saying 'no like, no like', but insisted on looking closely into the red, bearded face (Santa's, not Ally's). Mags and me tonight. Chris Wills called in and stood with Frank Munro. _____.

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Saturday November 30, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

St Andrew's Day

The Moorhouse Inn.

British Telecom! Don't make me bloody laugh. They connected us to a new appliance nearly two weeks ago and we are still waiting for a connection. St Andrew, &c. Sir Winston Churchill is 111. Quiet and cold. Ally is very bad with Tubby II. Heartburn and constant nausea. The mornings are better than the rest of the day, when she grows steadily worse. She reclined on the settee, looking white. Samuel says 'Mummy sick' and looks concerned. Poor boy. He doesn't understand. Playing with his toys he looked up and said: "don't want baby", and then repeated it. What must be going through his mind? I hugged him and said: "You will always be my baby". 

I told Margaret about the draconian 'No Booze Behind the Bar' ban. Much whispering with the customers, and some became heated on the subject. Some are far too willing to force alcohol on my bar staff and part with precious money. Weird. Pam Newton was very sweet about our baby news.

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Friday November 29, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

The Moorhouse.

Back to the delights of Leeds 11 and the Moorhouse Inn. Paul was very quiet and uncommunicative. No major incidents in our absence. No sudden deaths &c. LG called on Tuesday to ask when we would be back, re the bad stock, and we expected him today. The mad stock taker appeared at 10:30. We would have returned later if we had known. In fact we arrived at 8:30. Frosty, even snow. As I suspected, Paul's stock take showed an £80 deficit. So, up in the office we had an inquest and LG appeared. Much analysing and scratching of heads, and poking at old till rolls, &c. Ally lost her patience with them all. Here we do not have thieving staff - only chronic, ineffectual stock takers. Despite everything LG was in a good mood. Relief manager Paul pissed off to Rochdale where a manager, harassed and fed-up, pissed off this morning without so much as a 'kiss my arse' to the brewery. We told Audrey and the customers assembled this afternoon of our baby news. We only made such an early announcement because Ally looks obviously struck down with something, and we don't want rumours and speculation.

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Thursday November 28, 1985

Bessie in her kitchen.

 Chillandham Cross, Itchen Abbas SO21 1AS

Cold and frosty. Frank stayed at home until 10:30 to see us because his appearances have been fleeting since Sunday. Samuel takes to him like a duck to water. F & B have been pleasantly surprised by Samuel's behaviour. Bessie hasn't had to move glassware, china or ornaments this time. Ally is a Dixon and clashes with her mother, and is easily irritated by her and some of the things she does. I find it annoying. I want a peaceful life. We lunched on stodgy Fray Bentos 'individual' steak pies, and left at 3 o'clock. Andrew pranged his car on the way home for lunch and caused a five car pile-up. He cut his hand, only lightly, and looked shaken. Home at 7:30. Sam was an angel all the way home. Phoned Bessie and Dad. We had a Chinese take-away, and we three slept together in the same bed.

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Wednesday November 27, 1985

  Chillandham Cross, Itchen Abbas

Winchester.

Crisp and even, but not deep. By crisp I mean frost. To Winchester. More Yuletide shopping. It had to be done. Bessie joined us, but the mission proved fruitless and we returned later leaving Samuel with his 'Gammy', as he calls her. If people bought us the quality sort of presents that we buy them I would be very happy indeed. Sadly, I know only too well that the packs of socks from Otley Market (seconds) and Hai Karate aftershave are winging their way from Santa Claus to me. Frank in London all day, and all night in fact. Bessie is counting the days until Frank retires in Sept '87. ______. The trundle of food is giving Aly nightmares.

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Tuesday November 26, 1985

 Chillandham Cross, Itchen Abbas

Ally was collapsed by the fire looking like the young wife in 'David Copperfield'. Is she 'Dodie' or 'Dulcie' or something? However, we struggled out to look at the shops. Winchester doesn't seen troubled by mass unemployment. Every other shopper looks like a dowager viscountess. We spent a lot of money we do not possess and staggered back to the car. Frank nowhere to be seen tonight. He was at Rotary or the Round Table, or whatever. ___________. I'm reading a Sidney Sheldon book from Frank's study. A naughty little volume featuring lesbian rape in prison, &c.

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Monday November 25, 1985

 Chillandham Cross, Itchen Abbas

Chillandham Cross.

The mornings at Chillandham Cross never vary. We go downstairs to a groaning breakfast table, piled high, and always eat in the kitchen. Bessie has always half-cooked the bacon, &c, to prevent us from breakfasting simply on toast. Afterwards we went into town and poked around in the shops. Bessie came too. She is looking for curtain material featuring birds and flowers for the new lounge, which looks impressive. Chandelier lighting. Our Christmas present to them is going to be a Sam Chadwick print entitled 'Cloud Down Over Ingleborough' which will go well in the new west wing. Tonight the usual Edwardian-style dinner. But ridiculous because only Bessie and I were eating. A tin of soup would have done. This time Ally finds the smell of anything and everything offensive. This baby is going to be a little belter.

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