_. Tiresome day. I want to do something else but know not what. How many times have I expressed disaffection with my employment, and yet after six years I am no nearer moving on. The beginning of a new decade should also see the start of my quest of the world and all it holds.
Took a half day. Left at 12 in pouring rain. Got home for 1:30 to find the house deserted. Had a phone call from Lynn saying she and Mama are taking the waters in the White Cross. Dad arrived home for lunch just as I was about to join them, and I left him, clad in police regalia, inspecting the contents of the refrigerator and whistling a nostalgic tune from yesteryear. I hot footed it down Thorpe Lane and joined Lynn and Mum in the pub for an hour. On to Burley to take Lynn home.
Out at 8pm to Rawdon to see Dave and Elaine Allinson. ______.
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Wednesday January 23, 1980
_. Phoned Ally at 7:50 to get her out of bed.
At lunchtime I phoned Lynn to say yes to Thursday at the Allinson residence. She told me she had bumped into Carole Phillips and Mick Lynch at lunchtime. She was given the full and sordid details of Peter Phillips's broken engagement.
Glynnie phoned at 7:30 to escape 'Coronation Street'. He told me that Billy was impressed with his letter, but that Billy had refused to let Dave or Garry see the contents. I gave Dave the okay for the February 1 weekend. Ally is to have a party.
I am taking a half day tomorrow to begin my long awaited purchase of vital family certificates. It's fortunate that Pudsey births, marriages and deaths are stored at Guiseley Register Office.
All I do is watch the goggle box night after night. I was entertained by the Michael Parkinson Show at eleven. Robert Runcie, the new Archbishop of Canterbury, appeared on the chat show and he made a tremendous impression on me. He was light, amusing, charismatic, quite the opposite of the cardboard cut-out Donald Cobweb. In fact, Coggan's reign was a total flop. In such a position he could have done so much more. Runcie will definitely inject new drive and personality.
To bed 11:55.
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At lunchtime I phoned Lynn to say yes to Thursday at the Allinson residence. She told me she had bumped into Carole Phillips and Mick Lynch at lunchtime. She was given the full and sordid details of Peter Phillips's broken engagement.
Glynnie phoned at 7:30 to escape 'Coronation Street'. He told me that Billy was impressed with his letter, but that Billy had refused to let Dave or Garry see the contents. I gave Dave the okay for the February 1 weekend. Ally is to have a party.
I am taking a half day tomorrow to begin my long awaited purchase of vital family certificates. It's fortunate that Pudsey births, marriages and deaths are stored at Guiseley Register Office.
All I do is watch the goggle box night after night. I was entertained by the Michael Parkinson Show at eleven. Robert Runcie, the new Archbishop of Canterbury, appeared on the chat show and he made a tremendous impression on me. He was light, amusing, charismatic, quite the opposite of the cardboard cut-out Donald Cobweb. In fact, Coggan's reign was a total flop. In such a position he could have done so much more. Runcie will definitely inject new drive and personality.
To bed 11:55.
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Tuesday January 22, 1980
_. Dave L phoned to say he's been stricken with chicken pox and is lying low at Tennyson Street. I wanted to go go collect my blue pullover, but he says I would be running a great risk. Anyway, the street has been cordoned off, and a large red cross painted on the front door.
Lynn phoned asking whether Ally and I would like to go with them to Dave and Elaine Allinson's at Rawdon, possibly on Thursday. Should be interesting.
President Carter beat Senator Kennedy in the Iowa caucuses last night. Definitely the death knell for old Ted, who never really stood a chance anyway with his sexual activities and drownings. George Bush won for the Republican party, walking over Ronald Reagan, the actor, who rose to fame in 1918, as 'The Lone Ranger'.
Sue and Pete went off at 6:30pm on an important mission to see Mr Booker, who has found them a mortgage. They returned beaming and Sue immediately phoned Angela [the current occupier of the home of their dreams] at Greenlea Mount, or Greenlea Place.
Uncle John phoned to say that Sheila's father died on Monday and so the Halifax dinner was scrapped. Poor Sheila. He died before she could get to his hospital bedside.
Watched an excellent Clint Eastwood film 'Play Misty for Me', a proper thriller. Bed at 12:30.
Lynn phoned asking whether Ally and I would like to go with them to Dave and Elaine Allinson's at Rawdon, possibly on Thursday. Should be interesting.
President Carter beat Senator Kennedy in the Iowa caucuses last night. Definitely the death knell for old Ted, who never really stood a chance anyway with his sexual activities and drownings. George Bush won for the Republican party, walking over Ronald Reagan, the actor, who rose to fame in 1918, as 'The Lone Ranger'.
Sue and Pete went off at 6:30pm on an important mission to see Mr Booker, who has found them a mortgage. They returned beaming and Sue immediately phoned Angela [the current occupier of the home of their dreams] at Greenlea Mount, or Greenlea Place.
Uncle John phoned to say that Sheila's father died on Monday and so the Halifax dinner was scrapped. Poor Sheila. He died before she could get to his hospital bedside.
Watched an excellent Clint Eastwood film 'Play Misty for Me', a proper thriller. Bed at 12:30.
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Monday January 21, 1980
_. Snow. Susan woke me at 7:30 with the chilling news that she had opened the door to take in the milk but couldn't close it because of the snowdrift. I leapt from the sanctuary of my sheets to offer snow-shifting services. Out on the lane at 8 with Jim R, minus Jennie, for the snail-like pace on the road to Leeds. By 10am we were still in Rawdon, and I didn't get the office until lunchtime.
Jim, who is chief executive of Leeds City Council of course, told me that Leeds has a secret nuclear fall-out shelter beneath Lawnswood Crematorium, and that he is the key holder. Who lives and who dies in the metropolis is down to Jim Rawnsley. Muriel has a duplicate key and he assured me that I will be invited to join his family deep beneath the scorched, desolate earth that was Leeds. I am resassured by this and no longer quite so afraid of Mr Brezhnev and his cronies.
Sarah had a revelation to make. She met John Holmes, the Leeds and England rugby league player at the Nouveau night club on Saturday evening and they are meeting again tomorrow. Is this the end of Mr Richard Burke? Is this the first step on the ladder to fame and fortune for Miss Collis?
Home at 6 on the train with all the cream of Ilkley society. I buried myself behind 'The Times'.
Sue and Peter are visiting Mr Booker, a solicitor neighbour of Peter's. So things are looking up.
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Jim, who is chief executive of Leeds City Council of course, told me that Leeds has a secret nuclear fall-out shelter beneath Lawnswood Crematorium, and that he is the key holder. Who lives and who dies in the metropolis is down to Jim Rawnsley. Muriel has a duplicate key and he assured me that I will be invited to join his family deep beneath the scorched, desolate earth that was Leeds. I am resassured by this and no longer quite so afraid of Mr Brezhnev and his cronies.
Sarah had a revelation to make. She met John Holmes, the Leeds and England rugby league player at the Nouveau night club on Saturday evening and they are meeting again tomorrow. Is this the end of Mr Richard Burke? Is this the first step on the ladder to fame and fortune for Miss Collis?
Home at 6 on the train with all the cream of Ilkley society. I buried myself behind 'The Times'.
Sue and Peter are visiting Mr Booker, a solicitor neighbour of Peter's. So things are looking up.
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Sunday January 20, 1980
_.2nd Sunday after Epiphany
Ally was up and off to Bradford at 9:30. I got up to a grilled breakfast and the Sunday Observer.
John, Dad's brother, phoned to say he's home from Lanzarote for a few weeks. I spoke to him and he told me of his stomach ulcer and the hideous Christmas in the Canaries. He issued a royal command calling Mum & Dad to Halifax on Tuesday for dinner with Arnold and Janet.
Mum, Dad and I decided to go out for the afternoon. This proved far more complex and serious than you could possibly imagine. Dad never makes a decision, particularly on Sundays, and the one sided discussion went on far into the afternoon. We went first to Lidget Green and gathered up Ally and then on to St James's Crescent to see Hilda and Tony. We laughed at Tony's long, trailing pullover. Tony got out the old Wilson family Bible and I found a childhood picture of myself sandwiched in the middle of the ancient pages, placed there by my grandmother who died in 1957.
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Ally was up and off to Bradford at 9:30. I got up to a grilled breakfast and the Sunday Observer.
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| John Rhodes |
John, Dad's brother, phoned to say he's home from Lanzarote for a few weeks. I spoke to him and he told me of his stomach ulcer and the hideous Christmas in the Canaries. He issued a royal command calling Mum & Dad to Halifax on Tuesday for dinner with Arnold and Janet.
Mum, Dad and I decided to go out for the afternoon. This proved far more complex and serious than you could possibly imagine. Dad never makes a decision, particularly on Sundays, and the one sided discussion went on far into the afternoon. We went first to Lidget Green and gathered up Ally and then on to St James's Crescent to see Hilda and Tony. We laughed at Tony's long, trailing pullover. Tony got out the old Wilson family Bible and I found a childhood picture of myself sandwiched in the middle of the ancient pages, placed there by my grandmother who died in 1957.
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Saturday January 19, 1980
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| Tito: last legs. |
Spent the afternoon writing a lengthy epistle to Ally. This correspondence course is becoming quite serious. I am sure that the old yellowed letters will be of valuable historic importance in later years. Mum, Dad, Sue and Pete went to the White Cross while I sat scribing in the rapidly failing light.
Phoned Ally. She came over at 7. We went straight to Giovanni's, the new Italian restaurant in Guiseley. Excellent dinner with wine and the bill came to £8. On to the Woolpack, the Fox and finally the Drop.
Home at 11.
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Friday January 18, 1980
_. A night at home whilst Ally flogs herself away at the Belfry. I was not alone in vigil by the TV for Sue and Pete were also in confinement. They are a sad and frustrated pair this week because of mortgage problems. They've been looking at a property up near Westfield Fisheries, which doesn't sound particularly enchanting, a town house [£16,500 including carpets]. The building societies with whom they have been dealing laugh them out of the office.
Watched a film starring Connie Francis. Bed after 1am.
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Watched a film starring Connie Francis. Bed after 1am.
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