Monday September 10, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

Ally: in the tap room (1984)

Took Samuel to see Granny and Grandad in bed and I went down to 'bottle-up' &c. They fuss over him a great deal. After a meagre breakfast Dad took Samuel out in his pram and the boy looked wonderful in his woolly hat and pullover. They were gone for over an hour and had a tour of the neighbourhood. Dad harnessed him into a swing in the park and gave him one or two gentle pushes. Mum and Dad stayed to luncheon and left at 4 or 5pm. We had a pool knock-out tonight but the place was hideously dead. Never mind. 

We think it would be nice to conceive Clementine in Lanzarote ~ with God's aid of course.

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Sunday September 9, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

12th Sunday after Trinity

Ally spent all day in bed after the debauchery of last night. I got up and gave Samuel breakfast, did the tills, and bottled up. It's all go. This afternoon I slept on the settee with the Sunday Telegraph over my face. Mummy and Daddy came after 6. Samuel played with them for a while and then went off to bed and slept soundly. It was a vile, wet evening. Dad and I went out and spent £10 on the Chinese take-away food and returned to watch 'Lace' a small screen adaptation of that awful Shirley Conran book. We sent Dad downstairs for drinks and he came back with a traty at frequent intervals. To bed by 12 or so.  They looked well, but Mum is never quite herself these days. Why?

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Saturday September 8, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

To Club Street and then Cheap 'n Cheerful. A French antiques dealer has bought up all Mrs Whitehead's chests to export. Don't they have pine in the Loire Valley? At Club St we sat on the floor and ate fish and chips ~ even Sammy Bear. Didn't see Mary (Moore).

Tonight was quiet and dull. Ally and I were in the tap room at 10 o'clock when in walked John & Janette with George and Jayne Waite. A riotous night followed. We sat in the lounge after time talking about funerals, holidays, &c. ________. Upstairs we played records and woke Samuel, who came in wide-eyed to see us. Later we showed them our pine four poster bed and we all leapt around upon it. George has a spanking fettish and he gave Janette a red rear.

Prince William is on the front page of the Daily Telegraph looking boyish and podgy. He was flying back to London with the Prince of Wales. Diana is already back south. No doubt the baby will come next week. The Daily Star says the baby us due on September 26, but this date will have been thrown into the mix to fool the prying press. Are we going to have a Princess Victoria Elizabeth?

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Friday September 7, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

Ally stayed upstairs cleaning. Mum phoned to say she and Papa are coming here on Sunday to stay overnight and so Ally beavered around today getting the place ship-shape. Dave the Grave was throwing darts downstairs and asked for Ally to come down and play with him. The man is going to become something of a pain. I went about the pub recruiting 'tramps' for next week and got a luke warm reception. My God, most of them look like tramps already. Stood for a while with Brian. He always brings me a copy of the Craven Herald because of our connection with Horton-in-Ribblesdale. Little Mavis is quite a glass smasher. You can hear them smashing all over the pub.

Peerage News: A heir for the Sheffield baronetcy; a child for Lady Saltoun's daughter and a direct heir to that peerage, and of course another descendant for Queen Victoria through Arthur, Duke of Connaught, &c. Lady Mary Gilmour lies dead - daughter of the 3rd Duke of Abercorn, sister of the late Countess Spencer, and a great-aunt of the Princess of W. Viscount Petersham has married Anita, Lady Suffolk & Berkshire.

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Thursday September 6, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

Samuel was weighed yesterday at the clinic on Beeston Hill, and weighed in at 16lb 4oz. He is a tiny, but well put together chap. He is fattening out but shows no signs of sprouting teeth. He regularly claps his hands, and rocks backwards and forwards as he moves around the flat, but will not crawl. He may decide to move backwards (JPH did) because he tends to plunge backwards for his toys, &c. He topples and bangs his head countless times a day, but cries about this less and less.

World News: Canada has a new prime minister. The Prince of Wales is to feature on the BBCs 'Jackanory' telling the tale of 'The Old Man of Lochnagar'. I do hope that HRH isn't lowering the monarchy too much. Sometimes I wonder. I avoided the Laitner murder trial today because I wanted to enjoy my tea.

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Wednesday September 5, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

I rarely look at crime articles in the newspapers but today I've been reading of the Laitner murder trial and feel quite sick. Three people were viciously butchered in Sheffield last October, after a wedding. The beast who did this should die. Until we decide to 'do away' with these animals I see no future for civilization. In other news the Daily Telegraph carries obituaries of a VC and a GC holder. 

Neil Kinnock addressed the TUC yesterday and was pathetic. Of course he had a standing ovation, but Oh dear, he was messy. The Rt Hon Len Murray goes this week. No doubt he'll be Viscount Murray by the New Year. There's been a comical accident in the moorland heather. Lord Whitelaw has accidentally shot a boring industrialist on Lord Strathmore's grouse moor.

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Tuesday September 4, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

We are very cross about Peter Nason. Like lots of people - he has an aversion to credit. I see nothing wrong with accepting a loan from a relative, do you? I was putting on no charges or added interest and didn't expect to be paid back until 1987, or even early in the next century. But oh no Peter has to afford and to pay for everything himself. Pride. It's a tiresome thing. Will 21 Thorpe Lane become theirs? Ally thinks the holiday is now spoiled because Samuel would have had the company of his cousins, and now he'll be the only child there.

Ally and I worked tonight without staff. Karen is away in the Lake District. We annoy our customers because we are so unpredictable in our actions. The OAPs are nervous and edgy.

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Monday September 3, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

Labor Day, USA & Canada

Very wet later on. Torrential in fact.  Who cares about 'Labor Day'? It's also the anniversary of the outbreak of the Second World War in 1939 and of the marriage of Eileen Byram and Michael Robertshaw in 1977. We spoke to (uncle) John in Lanzarote. Everything sounds quite marvellous. Afterwards we  fret about Sue's decision not to join us. As one last act of desperation we went to Guiseley to see Susie. She gave us coffee and trimmed my hair and spoke of Peter's nightmare that he is going grey. I offered to lend then £340 for the flights to the Canaries and accomodation (Christopher and Ben go free) and she sounded willing, but on phoning Peter he grumpily declined my offer. We went away dejected. Bugger them, anyway.

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Sunday September 2, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

11th Sunday after Trinity

Sunday again. Disorganised as usual. We sat upstairs not knowing quite what to do with ourselves. Ally in a vitriolic mood, pacing around like a puma. From the window we spied Marlene, Frank, Mabel and the children drinking in the car. They assumed we were out because our car was nowhere to be seen. (It was locked in the garage). They came up. Samuel showed them his tricks and how he can now clap hands, &c. Auntie Mabel dotes on babies. Marlene invited us to a barbecue tonight and we went over to Hough Side Road at 6 to partake in the outdoor feast. (Auntie Mabel was at at home at St Lawrence Close). We sat in the garden until 8:30 and then returned to to the busy pub. We saw the wilting staff afterwards.

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Saturday September 1, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

We went shopping to town which was revoltingly busy. What fools we are. Afterwards we drove to Guiseley to see baby Thomas. I was close to collapse with hunger and stopped for fish and chips en route. We bought some (just for me) and Ally drove along whilst I ate them in the car. Samuel began to yelp with hunger too, and Ally was swerving all over the road helping herself to chunks of my hot, tempting fried fish. At Thorpefields we were herded together in the dining room. The lounge, or sitting room, is now declared 'out of bounds'. Frances and Katie were having hysterics about having to wear matching kilts, presents from Chris and Julie. I don't blame them. Kilts should only ever be worn by Scotsmen. I am very clear cut about this. They gossip. John has bought a £4,000 car. I hope this doesn't affect our Lanzarote plans. I held the baby. He makes Samuel look like a giant. You should see Samuel sitting in his car seat. Hi sits like the Queen Mother in a state landau. Enchanting. Just Mavis in tonight. So tiny, like the figure on a wedding cake.

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Friday August 31, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

Cousin Reggie is 18 today.

Once again Ally played darts with Dave the Grave - it's a feature of Friday evenings now.  Edna, upon her bar stool, says she is depressed because she is dying of cancer. How morbid can you get? Why come out drinking with all that stress and worry upon your shoulders? 

We have decided to have a 'tramps convention' fancy dress. Nobody will take a blind bit of notice of it, I'm sure. We'll send invitation postcards to Sarah C, MM, &c.

Aristo news: 

Dead: Lady Eileen Crichton-Stuart, daughter of the Marquis of Bute, killed by a man from Leeds driving a stolen car. Viscountess Chelsea is deceased too ~ a daughter of the Earl of Portsmouth, or Plymouth?  She's a Wallop anyway. Her brother Viscount Lymington died recently.

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