Sunday February 10, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Sexagesima

The Bakers came at 3:15 and stayed to tea. Well, the girls did. Frances and Katie are somewhat greedy. Frances gobbled two Mr Kipling apple pies. Looking at Mum she told her not to worry because she would soon be better. The noise and bustle soon proved too much for Mum, and the magic of being surrounded by children is now lost to her. It is all too horrible. Lynn is always on edge. They left and later we had veal in mushroom sauce for dinner and watched TV. Roundheads & Cavaliers, &c, and the mundane 'Last of the Summer Wine'. Mum has been eating better but didn't enjoy the veal.

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Saturday February 9, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

The escape to Bradford and to Linfood, and then on to Club St, Cheap 'n Cheerful, &c. Snow. 

Lord Trevelyan, KG, died today. I keep a list of Knights of the Garter but think a couple of deaths may have escaped me. Have Sir Richard Hull and Sir Cennydd Traherne now passed over to that place where rank and nobility hold no distinction?

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Friday February 8, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Absolutely ghastly. I woke up at 7:30 ____________. Ally told me that I am a pig. I vaguely recall asking the Baileys to attend a thrash here next Wednesday. Hollywood Days & Hollywood Nights is a disco and yet it isn't, and has had £50,000 spent on lighting and music centres.

A day spent in a twilight existence. I went to vomit with frequency throughout the lunchtime session and left Audrey until after 2pm. Ally showed no sympathy. Not that I expected any. 

Dad went to Horton with John but they could do nothing with the roof at Waltergarth because of the ice and frost. 

This evening I walked out out and bought fish and chips leaving Ally propping up the bar with Archie. A bitterly cold evening. Later I sat watching Victoria Wood, a comedienne of growing distinction. Pub quiet.

The dear PM has been leading the (Tory) party for ten years on Monday. Who would ever have thought that she could have held such a powerful grip?

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Thursday February 7, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Watery rabbit stew of all things. 

Mum went to see our Dr Danks at 6pm at Beeston Hill Medical Centre. It was just a case of them having a little chat. Mr Hall, the surgeon who operated on Mum, is ill and incapacitated until March. Mum also visited the optician and is having new frames made and stronger reading glasses.

Uncle Peter appeared at lunch but didn't ask to go up and see Mum and instead gave me his phone number and said he would bring Jean at the weekend to see her.

Ally took me out at 4, supposedly to go shopping, but instead took me to the medical centre to see a SRN called Marr who talked to us about dealing with cancer victims and coping with Mum. It was all Ally's idea. Marr is a comforting little woman who sees dying people by the hour.

The General Elliot.

On to market feeling low. Cobblers, &c. Then the two of us went out on the tiles leaving Samuel with Mum and Dad. To the Duncan at 8. Seedy to say the least. Then to the General Elliot and Hollywood Days, Hollywood Nights. We were joined by Paul from the Duncan, and the relief manager from the (General) Elliot, &c. A piss up. Joined by George and ______Bailey. I supped gallons of bitter. Up until now we have managed to avoid the clutch of Sam Smith managers in central Leeds. We were very late home. After 1. Horribly pissed.

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Wednesday February 6, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Charles II

Thirty three years ago today Elizabeth Alexandra Mary ascended the thrones of these islands. May God bless her. 

A ghastly day. Frosty atmosphere all day. Worked with Audrey tonight. Since coming back from Pudsey Mum has improved to the extent that I haven't seen her weep. Her appetite has improved too.

Watched an interesting programme on BBC2 on the life of Charles II who it seems died 300 years ago today in somewhat different circumstances to George VI. Charles's last words: "Let not poor Nellie starve", &c. To die suddenly in ones sleep denies one the opportunity of uttering poignant and meaningful last words. George VI's final utterance was probably: "Pass the cocoa, Evans."

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Tuesday February 5, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Full Moon

Ally is most certainly not pregnant. She had a night upstairs.

Mum and Dad to Sue & Peter's for the day.

I was visited by the landlord of the New Inn at Gildersome, and pissed friend, a manager with Tetley's, who complained about my beer and offered me advice, &c. They left at 10:30 and Andy and I had a couple of pints afterwards discussing breweries and catering, &c. It was 1 o'clock when I went up to bed. _______.

I am to resume driving lessons after ten years, starting on Monday. When did I last take a driving test?  '74 or '75. This requires research.

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Monday February 4, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

Ally has all the symptoms of pregnancy. Nausea, dizziness, and an awareness of some expansion in the tummy, &c. But of course she cannot be, as we've hardly made any attempt. We would like another child soon. We have said that we didn't want Samuel to reach two without a younger sibling. I would love Mum to see another grandchild. If a girl, we'll stick Nora in there as a middle name. I have thought of Aron if we beget another son. George Aron Albert Rhodes. Aron is of course Nora backwards. Calling a boy Nora would be oh so cruel. He'd grow up with ringlets, and heavy eye make-up, singing on the Oxford Road Show. 

What do you think about this AIDS scare? It is an awful homosexual scourge and no doubt it will be bringing a halt to much of the activity one finds in public lavatories in Gloucester and Harrogate. _______.

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Sunday February 3, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Septuagesima

A working Septuagesima, no less. Mum and Dad went to John's for the afternoon supposedly for lunch, but when they got there the cupboard was bare. ___________. They came back at 5:30. 

We watched 'Songs of Praise Greatest Hits 1985' and found ourselves singing 'Abide With Me'. Mum says she last sang the old favourite at Uncle Albert's funeral in January, 1970. You know I have an aversion to hymn singing. A TV session. 'By The Sword Divided' - not excellent by any means. Downstairs at 9 o'clock I helped Margaret in the bar. An enjoyable evening.

News: Poor Princess Margaret has gone to Mustique to 'recuperate' in the company of royal 'jester' Ned Ryan.

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Saturday February 2, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

We went to Horton again. This time taking John. It meant leaving here at 8am. It was windy and cold up in the Dales. John climbed on the roof and grovelled inside the loft looking for leaks. It was all too complex for me. I sat reading 'Princess Margaret' by (Nigel) Dempster, and reflecting on the gloomy prospects of HRH's survival. We went to Settle at 1:30 and ate pies in the street before going in to the Talbot. We got somewhat 'worked up' in the pub and Dad and I slobbered into our beers. We really let off steam on these escapades to Horton. Home for tea. We ate French bread and cheese. Mum was very bright. No staff tonight because of Mavis's smallpox. We enjoyed ourselves tremendously. 

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Friday February 1, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Madge Millar is 39. A party for her PM. Frank Millar lashed out and spent £7 on sandwiches and pork pies. The (birthday) cake, ablaze, took ones breath away. She had fifty candles lit for some reason. Ally used a good many matches lighting it.

Mum and Dad came back from Hilda's. The Jim Nasons came here, inc Julie. 

And so February comes.

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Thursday January 31, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

Marita 30. Andy (Bowden) arrived late pm. Idle bleeder. To Rawdon, to the dentist. No Hough, No Hodgson. The dentist was a lisping effeminate type. Needed no treatment, and booked an appointment for July. Samuel, all in yellow, went in, and the dentist counted his teeth, and registered him. Samuel didn't enjoy the experience and sat pulling at his tongue on the journey home. Saw Kim Dean in Rawdon (see Diary 1973).

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