Thursday November 14, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

A freezing day. We went into town and Leeds market and I wheeled Samuel around. Ally phoned the brewery and spoke to LG and Ken Gilbertson. She came right out with it and asked LG whether we are now to be sacked. "I doubt it very much", he replied. "I think you have suffered enough". Feel easier. We have always known that this game is precarious. To Homburg's (fancy dress hire). Ally and I are to be musketeers on Saturday. Wigs, &c. "All for One, and One for All" &c. We paid £8 each plus a £20 per person deposit. Margaret worked tonight. On TV: Miss Cleckheaton is the new 'Miss World'. The Prince of Wales, fresh back from Washington, is 37.

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Wednesday November 13, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

LG appeared at 8:30pm. I was upstairs and Chris and Liz were working. Fortunately we were busy. LG was dour. We sat in a corner. Once again he told me the returned barrel of OBB was below specification, and recommends I take a sample to an independent analyst. "I hope you understand the gravity of the situation", he cringed. "Serious questions" need answers, and he asked me, 'sotto voce', whether I want to own up to anything and admit my mistake, all confidentially. The man obviously takes me for an imbecile. No way will I put my head in a noose. Ally was upstairs feeling sick and asked me to invite LG up but he wouldn't be drawn. He later poked around in the cellar and left leaving me down and depressed. I have the distinct feeling that I am going to be sacked. Earlier, the phone in the entrance hall was vandalized as Maureen opened up. Swines.

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Tuesday November 12, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

New Moon

I am eaten away with excitement about Ally and the prospects of another baby. It must be on the cards now. I went down to the cellar at 8am and Ally took Sam to see Dr Sykes, but you know how ineffectual doctors are. He sent her away with a bottle of medicine saying 'he'll eat when he's ready.' Ally asked about herself and he told her to go back in a week. It's all nail biting stuff. Auntie Mabel phoned  and gleefully told us that cousin Jacqueline is engaged to Barry. 

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Monday November 11, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Ally much better. Our fingers are crossed. I phoned Dad twice yesterday. He'd been to the Crown in Horton on Saturday because 'the Theakston's arrived'. He was concerned about my sickness and offered to come, but I put him off. Sue and the children are going to Horton tomorrow. Samuel still weary. This afternoon I took him to the park and the post office and he wept because I made him walk. He trundled along sluggishly, without his usual bounce. In the park he struggled to climb the slide and asked to be lifted down. Lethargy abounded. Ally is bright and confident of imminent good news and has charted a plan of action should she be pregnant. ________. Sue phoned. They are coming on Saturday in answer to my postcard plea. Tonight, at bedtime, Sam awoke when we banged around upstairs, and was violently sick over the both of us. It's the doctor tomorrow.

World News: The Prince of Wales and 'Princess David' (as Uncle Ron Reagan called her) have taken Washington by storm. They are received with adulation wherever they go. They make a laughing stocks of republics. 

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Sunday November 10, 1985

Queen Mum: poppy the size of a dustbin lid.

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Remembrance Sunday

Hawkins: awful.

Ally was flat out in bed all morning looking very pale and complaining of griping pains in her tummy. She has the bug I had earlier in the week. Samuel and I made a lot of noise and ate breakfast watching the Cenotaph ceremonies from Whitehall. Samuel found the marching a great joke, but the trumpeters appealed. The Queen, wearing that same old black overcoat, and the Queen Mother up on the balcony (with King Olav) wearing a poppy the size of a dustbin lid, Good old girl.

Tim Elmer's birthday. I don't have a clue how old he is. I went down at 12. Two hours of the Egan's 'grand tour' of Europe. _______. A slothful afternoon. Watched 'Eastenders' at 2. Ally laid upon the settee like a large, pink shrimp. We watched a noisy epic, with an Egyptian theme, featuring Jack Hawkins as the Pharaoh Khufu and Joan Collins as Princess Nellifer. Awful. No staff were planned for this evening , and we didn't of course account for Ally being ill, but Chris appeared at 8:30. A God send. Argued with Jack Collett and Harold about the monarchy and the history thereof. Poor H assumes that because a man was Duke of York (Wars of the Roses) that he was born and bred in the county.

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Saturday November 9, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Ally and I are convinced that we have managed in these busy, toying weeks to conceive a baby. Ecstatic. We deserve some good news at the end of this hideous, nightmare of a year. _____________. The magic date is July 16, 1986. If only. The coming weeks will reveal all. No staff this lunch. Dead really. Ally went to Guiseley to see Lynn. She phoned the other day after having had a bad week. She had been to see Mum's grave with Frances and Katie. Too hideous. I made pie and peas for the Egans. Much talk of España. They spoke of the flight home. Yesterday we had tales of the flight going out. Sam was violently sick tonight ----- downstairs Chris and Liz worked together for the first time. They did well, though the till was down a fiver. It could be an error, but there again ......

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Friday November 8, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Samuel looks better and is more lively, but we are watching him closely. Poor boy. He is rarely ill. Have received a snotty letter from LG regarding his visit on Oct 24, setting out the points we were supposed to have discussed. Rubbish. No word as yet about our suspect cask of OBB. Lunchtimes are so diabolically quiet. Because of this we have to cut Audrey's hours from next week. Excitement of a gynaecological nature, though we do not want to build up our hopes. _________.It would just be the thing to be sacked and pregnant. Spent the day seething about LG. He ought to be ashamed of himself. I expect such drivel to come from the mouth of Fran O'Brien, but not from Leslie Gledhill. Perhaps he is unwell? Ally was close to tears but they held off. We have come a long way since the traumas of the Why Not. She sat stoically at the breakfast table saying she'll fight the brewery to the bitter end. What else? Oh yes, we get on much better together in a crisis, and instead of sniping at each other we attack LG instead. Postcards have gone to everyone we can think of regarding a 'party night' set for Nov 16. Hopefully it will be a big turn out. Anita Leslie has pegged out. Her obit. is enclosed herein - a kinswoman of Sir W.S.C.

Just Margaret and I downstairs tonight. She seemed a bit fed up.

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