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Wednesday November 23, 1983

 Chillandham Cross, Itchen Abbas

Ready for dinner.
Frost. Biting cold in fact. Bessie was out at her dentist and so we waited for her and took her into Southampton for the afternoon. She rarely ventures there because she doesn't like driving on the by-pass. We trudged around a damp Southampton for hours. We spent too long in Mothercare, and amongst other things she bought a dressing gown in readiness for her stay at the BRI. Later, in Dorothy Perkins she bought a grey and black creation suitable for next week's dinner dance, that is if our invitations ever arrive. Bessie gave Ally a pearl necklace which will go nicely with the new frock. The Princess of Wales has brought pearls back into fashion. Not that they were ever 'out' but associated with old matrons on the platform at the Tory conference. Tonight we went back with F & B to Southampton and the Potters Heron (where F had left his briefcase) and we dined at La Margherita's, a noisy but pleasant place, like a plot of Italy on British soil. I had steak au poivre, and the others had veal marsala. Very good. Ally says I'm quiet. Reflective maybe. Back at 10:30 and to bed shattered. I had a dream about the Red Lion and everything going wrong.

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Tuesday November 22, 1983

 Chillandham Cross, Itchen Abbas

Ally at Chillandham Cross.
Frost. Vast breakfast. Ally very moody when the mirror in the car fell off in her hand. She bit Bessie's head off and stormed around like Mussolini. We went to Winchester again, just the two of us. Looked at the shops but bought nothing. Spent hours looking at books. I do fancy Kenneth Rose's 'George V'. Were his last words really 'bugger Bognor', I wonder? I'd like to think they were. We went for a drink to the Market Tavern where the barperson spoke like Sybil Fawlty. Mind you, they all sound like Sybil in these parts. We resisted food in the pub and shopped until dusk. Home to Bessie who roasted a large piece of beef, too much for the three of us. Frank was out deputising for Richard Barclay at the Potters Heron and so he wanted no dinner. We three ate at 7. Yorkshire puddings courtesy of M.L. Rhodes, Esq. Twenty years ago this evening JFK was done in. I had just gone to bed, aged 8, at Goldthorpe, and Mum came up to tell us of the president's assassination. Ally cannot recall the event. Bessie seems to think she and Frank were out at a dinner, or maybe confusing JFK with Bobby 5 years later.

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Monday November 21, 1983

 Chillandham Cross, Itchen Abbas, Hampshire

Chillandham Cross.
Frost and cold. We had the usual vast Winchester breakfast and then, feeling guilty, we walked down by the river and through Easton before returning to Chillandham Cross. They are constructing a motorway just a couple of miles from the house and a great white scar of chalk and clay runs across Itchen Valley. The Transport Secretary should be castrated. Evidently, the monstrosity will slash three minutes off the journey from Bournemouth to London. I wanted to take a photo of Ally nestling in the bullrushes and mallard ducks but the camera went on the blink. Very annoying. We went with Bessie into town and spent hours in the shops. It's not something we've done for six months and so was something of a novelty. I took my erring camera into Dixon's (no relation) who fixed it in minutes. Ally can be very tetchy with her mother. My wife is wanting in tact and patience at times. I blame the bulge for this change in temperament. She must be so very uncomfortable at times. Roast leg of lamb with Bessie. Frank was out and when he returned he locked himself in his study.

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Sunday November 20, 1983

Last Sunday after Trinity - Full Moon 

5, Club Street, Lidget Green

Bessie & Frank.
Her Majesty The Queen's wedding anniversary. They are in Delhi for the Commonwealth Conference, where the poor sovereign is calming everyone after the Grenada fiasco. I do not know what to think about Mrs Gandhi. Is she very bad, or is she very good? We spent a restful morning 'neath the duvet and then took baths and packed suitcases. Bright, sunny and cold. We left jlust after 12 for Winchester and arrived after 4, after only one stop at Watford Gap, where Ally bought a glossy baby magazine. Frank and Bessie were just returned from Guernsey, and were knackered. We dined on braised pork chops and a pleasant white wine. They did not go on about Ally's 'bump'. I expected a little more excitement. Not a late night.

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Saturday November 19, 1983

 5, Club Street, Lidget Green

Tony.
The Bakers were here at 9:30 to collect Mum's wood. The girls looked tatty and pink. They went off with the girls waving frantically in the back. We drove to Pudsey to find the Gadsby clan assembled in readiness for their weekly onslaught on Asda. Hilda went off with Jill, and we sat with Tony and Diane, who is 20 today and looks like Pamela Ewing in 'Dallas'. It's the hair. We went on to Karen's to inspect Hayley, a bonnie 12 week-old. Karen, obviously, is over the moon. After a few hours at Stanningley we went on to see Auntie Mabel, eating lunch, and then back to Wilsby for a buffet supper. Auntie Eleanor was there too. We returned home at 7, or 8, after the feast. At home we watched a Kennedy programme and went to bed.

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Friday November 18, 1983

 5, Club Street, Lidget Green, Bradford 7

Ally in a large yellow robe looking like a monster egg custard came down at 10:20 to make cups of tea and spied Mum and Dad coming down the garden path. They came en route to MFI where they were heading to buy cupboards and so we had breakfast together. They went off at 11:30 and Ally and I went to her dentist where she had her teeth cleaned, polished &c. I then went to the barber's where I was suitably clipped. It was hideously long and I was beginning to look like Oscar Wilde. We arranged to go out tonight for a pizza with John, Lynn, Sue, &c. We haven't all been under the same roof for ages. Mum and Dad called in again at 2 and then went off to Horton. We splashed in the bath and went to Guiseley for 6:30. We all met at Lynn's and went on to Peppermint Place, a new restaurant owned by Frazer Hines, and we sat around a large round table (I was in between Ally and Janette). Wine flowed like water. The food was not brilliant. On to the Old Ball at Horsforth and then the Station. It all seemed to be over much too quickly. Sue looked happy and well and sweet, as always. Have Lynn and Dave got themselves too deep in debt with Thorpefields? Back to theirs for coffee. Katie hadn't slept and was sat red faced on Julie (Baker's) knee. Home to bed at 2:30am.

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Thursday November 17, 1983

 Why Not, Hemlington

Our cottage.
Fran O'Brien was here early and snooping around in the lounge and getting in the way of the cleaners. He asks whether the bedding is ours or his. It's ours. He went off to court in Middlesbrough with Tim and as I was packing the car I ceased to be the licensee here. I felt rotten. Ally chatted to the stocktaker as I attempted to get a grip of myself. Tim, poor boy, was on edge, and when Joe Battle came in shouting and swearing he went for him like a wild beast, and punches were exchanged before noon. Brenda was hysterical with laughter. Roy and Marie called to say goodbye. Marie said that drink makes Mags 'go loopy'. I don't think the demon drink does Roy much good either. Tim says poor Roy has been going through a bad patch lately. William has left home, &c. We left Hemlington at 1:30 and I was violently sick as we hurtled down the A1. Shaking like a leaf too. Ally drove via Pontefract (!) to see Sister Matthews who said she has a large, fine baby. Back to our cottage where we sat by the fire in a complete state of shock. Bed.

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Monday October 14, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds Columbus Day, USA - Thanksgiving Day Canada Old Red Lion. A very silly day. I climbed out of bed very early leaving my...