Sunday August 10, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds, &c

11th Sunday after Trinity

Post wedding blues.

Saturday August 9, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

My cousin Jacqueline married Barry Raistrick at Cleckheaton. A good bash. It was Jacqueline's 30th birthday.

Friday August 8, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Received a circular from the brewery re the Menston Arms!! But we are seeing LG on Monday re the Wellington, Knaresborough. Sod it.

Thursday August 7, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

The pool team were at home. We won. Uncle Peter says Eleanor was taken aback and rendered speechless when I phoned about the wedding arrangements because she had no idea I had been invited  to the nuptial shindig. It was, he said, something that Jacqueline had decided to do on the quiet. Jacqueline of course attended our wedding ________. Peter says none of the wicked uncles will be there on Saturday. Phew. Spoke to Dad. ______.

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Wednesday August 6, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Clemmie weighs 9lb 6oz. Ally had her up Beeston Hill this afternoon and naked on the scales. Samuel refused to do likewise. He must be growing shy and sensitive like his father. I have never been one to bare all in a public place. Public toilets, swimming baths, changing rooms, &c - they have always revolted me. Ones genitals are ones own affair. If only others less stoic than myself could behave similarly the world will be a far healthier dwelling place. Beverley worked. I phoned Auntie Eleanor re Jacqueline and Barry's wedding, and she was a brick. We can take the children by all means but decide just to take Clementine. Eleanor sounded so much like Mama on the phone.

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Tuesday August 5, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

New Moon

An artist came in the pub tonight touting for business and did me in ink. A good likeness. I 'm recognisable. Samuel saw it and gasped: "Ah, Daddy". So it can't be bad. I gave the artist £4. No Peter Paul Rubens by any means. Stuck tonight. Liz cried off sick and at 9 I went across for Audrey to assist. It was busy later on. Little Clementine came below for ten minutes to meet the customers and slept throughout. Ally didn't want the baby stinking of cigarette fumes and stale ale.

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Monday August 4, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Back to work. I went alone back to Leeds for 9 o'clock leaving my three pigs in bed. The relief couple (the Watsons) were closeted upstairs with the strangely silent stock-taker (Rob). They say the pub has had two break-ins since July 22 and the change box and the large charity bottle were the principal casualties. This stinks. Watson phoned LG who told him he would have to put the money in because it had disappeared from a (undecipherable) in licensed hours. If it had been in the safe it would have been insured. A very fast couple if you ask me. I went back to collect Ally and the children at 3 o'clock.

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Sunday August 3, 1986

 5, Club Street

10th Sunday after Trinity

The last day of our historic little holiday. Mr Glynn's and Janette's birthday. We went walking again in Scholemoor cemetery. Its the nearest thing to a park Lidget Green can provide. The roses are particularly enchanting. Samuel and Ally had a sleep this afternoon whilst I made lunch and watched the Jack Le Vien film 'A King's Story' (1966). What a shit was Edward VIII. I am so glad he went. The more I hear of him the more convinced I am that he would have weakened the monarchy had he been crowned. Quiet evening. Lynn phoned from Scotland. Ally wrote to Glenda at he brewery to say thank you for the flowers.

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Saturday August 2, 1986

 5, Club Street

We are bog eyed today because Clementine insisted on waking throughout the night. ___________. Samuel's relationship with Postman Pat continues heavy. We have Pat three times a day now. I went to Morrison's and filled the car with petrol in readiness for Monday's migration back to Leeds. After 2 we went on a jaunt. First to MM and Marita's. They were delighted to see us. Clementine is the first new baby Marita has held. On to Wilsby. Tony, H and Jill with the children. Hilda nursing Clementine says baby is the double of 'Grandad Dixon' adding "I'm afraid". Tony was painting the ceiling. On to Mabel's. She was drinking sherry and feeling dizzy. Samuel fell and cut his lip. Home for streak and courgettes. 

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Friday August 1, 1986

5, Club Street, Lidget Green, Bradford BD7 2PB 

Better day. Sunshine. Up at 7 o/'clock to a sunlit room to see Ally changing Clementine white of pallor and with sunken eyes. The broken nights are doing her no good. She was feeding at 1:10 and then again at 6. Poor Clemmie is sproggy and has a cough and matted eyes. Samuel and I had a fried repast and took our morning constitutional to the Co-op and the newsagents. The Daily Telegraph dominates with the coming sanctions against Pretoria which the PM has fought against for ages. Sir Geoffrey Howe doesn't seem to me to have any bottle whatsoever. The PM mut know what she is doing. Later, Samuel played in the garden hung, nay festooned, with washing. I joined him and sat on the wall with a copy of 'Moonfleet'. Sat baking like 'Fergie' (the ginger Tom from down the street). Mince for lunch, then peaches. Samuel has an excellent appetite. The midwife made her last visit and she looked bog eyed when I said: "see you next time". One never knows, does one. We had a card from Delia Collis in which she says our choice of names is beautiful.

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Thursday July 31, 1986

 Waltergarth, Horton-in-Ribblesdale

Waltergarth.

We woke up in a big, sweaty heap. Ally, Samuel and I in the same bed. It had been a rough night because Ally had to switch on the lights to feed Clementine, which woke Samuel who leapt from the bed and bounded around like a competitor in the Commonwealth Games. We went (Sam and I) to find Dad, who was cooking breakfast for his guests. To get out of mischief Sam and I went and poked around in the fireplace and got it blazing. Fire. How many hundreds of generations have stood in wonderment at the sight of a crackling, spitting new fire? We had our breakfast when the walkers left at 9 o'clock. The usual 'full-English'. I put a quotation by Virgil in Dad's visitors book which wasn't appreciated. 

"Begin, Baby boy: a child that has no smile for a parent will not be thought fit inviting for dinner by a God or taken by a Goddess to bed."

I took Samuel down to the river in a misty rain and we lobbed rocks into the grey waters under the bridge. Spent some time looking for a Troll. Bought Dad some bread (three loaves), and a Daily Telegraph for £2. Disgusting. We left at 1 and we were home before 3. Ally knackered. A health visitor came and injected Clementine, stabbing her in the foot which made her scream. Lambs liver a la Chernobyl for dinner. Collapsed tonight. Sneezy, &c. The beginnings of a cold? 'Minder'. Campari.

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