Thursday November 19, 1981

 _.Busy at the YP. Sarah was a away at a funeral. Just a great-uncle. Margot was back, limping, but looking very well. She is in fact a very nice girl, who always seems to say more when the other girls are away. Mrs Slocombe is in fact a very Mussolini-like figure. I suppose I play Neville Chamberlain in the office, or perhaps Count Ciano. 

Gave Bob [Cockroft] a tip. Lord Deramore's daughter, the Hon Ann de Yarburgh Bateson, 31, is engaged to an Irishman. With a surname like that I don't suppose she stacks shelves in Tesco.

Home to my 're-designed' wifelet at 6:15. Cousin Diane is 18 today, and in Gadsby tradition she became engaged to be married. Ally went out at lunchtime and had her fuzzy hair re-styled and considerably shortened. Bit of a 'Peter Pan' creation. Tonight she was clad in canary-yellow plus-fours and woolly socks. We had a curry and watched 'Top of the Pops' and looked at our money. 

The Pakistani family have quit the corner shop here at Club Street. The children used to watch us, from a perch in an upstairs window. 

Lynn phoned at 8:30 to see if we want a lift to 'the ball' tomorrow. With a bit of luck Audrey will be back with us by then. We brewed some lager. Blissful domesticity.  Bed after 11.

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Wednesday November 18, 1981

Ally and 'Audrey'.

 _. Spoke to Mum. She was bright and chatty. Ally spoke to Adolf Broadhead at Jack Andrews. He says Audrey is repaired with a new floor, seat-belts, and a headlamp, and all for £122 [including VAT]. They are bandits, but what more can we do now other than pay up? We can soon get the money together and it will certainly be a joy to see that tiny blue French thing again.

Home at 6. Ally is knitting. Later she was buried behind a Daphne Du Maurier book. I finished the flower painting for Bessie. Very happy with it. Went to bed early because, you've guessed it, we were very tired. Missed 'The Borgias', but we can catch up with it on Sunday.

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Tuesday November 17, 1981

 _. Rain. Out of bed at 6:30. We sat eating porridge, bananas on toast, washed down by coffee. We enjoy our little breakfasts together. Life is very cruel, isn't it? We have breakfast together and then endure 11 hours apart until we dine together. Is this meant to be the pattern of our lives? We need to find money, and find it now so that we can be together day and night. As I left she referred to me as 'my little wood spurge', which I believe is a flowering plant. 

Home at 5:30. Phoned Dad and told him that Jack Andrews still have the Citroen. He too is 'off the road' with car trouble, but enjoying the walking. 

News: James Prior was attacked by a heaving mob at the funeral of Robert Bradford MP. The Prince of Wales was in Bristol without the Princess, who is suffering from morning sickness. In a speech he said he accepts full responsibility for her condition. The crowd seemed dreadfully disappointed. Charles will have to get used to his demotion. Diana is the one everyone wants to see.

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Monday November 16, 1981

 _.YP busy. I worked through lunch and left at 4:30. I phoned Allt this afternoon and got through to Derek Jenkins. 

Mr Speaker Thomas.

Ulster is in turmoil [just for a change]. The Unionist MP Robert Bradford was assassinated by the IRA on Saturday and today three Ulster MPs including Ian Paisley were expelled from the House of Commons for abusing the government and referring to James Prior as a 'traitor with blood on his hands'. I do sympathise with Mr Paisley. What has the government done to combat the increasing IRA menace? ____. The Speaker of the House of Commons is a wonderful man. If we can go on producing men like George Thomas we cannot be all that bad. 

A fried pastiche this evening. Then bottling wine and washing, &c. Ally says she resembles a witch with her hair standing on end. The Good Witch of Lidget Green. She is resolved to have her hair 'done' later in the week.

Watched a gloomy Mrs Thatcher on 'Newsnight'. Bed at 11 after Ovaltine.

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Sunday November 15, 1981

 _.22nd Sunday after Trinity

Hungover at first but a few pills and a gallon of tea and a heap of breakfast pulled me round. Ally was very tender too. We were in bed until noon. 

We slumped on the settee all afternoon watching two dreadful films, unable to move to switch over. Eleanor Parker as an archaeologist in Egypt and Robert Taylor and Sophia Loren as Greek sponge divers. This duo of film classics took us through until 6:30.

We had chilled Martinis followed by pork cooked in cider. A delicious candle-lit nosh. 

Watched an episode of The Borgias. Pneumotelevisionitis undoubtedly.

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Saturday November 14, 1981

 _.We lounged in bed until after 10:30 and took a leisurely breakfast and discussed the days proggramme. Dry, bright, crisp and sunny. We made our weekly pilgrimage into Bradford and were soon weighed down with fruit, vegetables and meat. The shops were packed out. The festive season looming. Collected my painting from the frame shop. We tired of the bustle and made for home. 

The oil paining is now hanging on the landing. Lynn, Dave and Frances came at 3:30 and spent a couple of hours drinking apricot wine and 'Clan Dew'. 

The baby has wonderful dark eyes and a head of fine, punk-rock like hair. They left at 5:30 and we were left amongst the cushions, clutching our sticky glasses and looking for some excitement. We phoned Susie but they are going out with Pamela and Pamela's Peter. Phoned Dave L, Jill, Tim, Karen, Steve, Diane and Paul, and all agreed to come over. Catherine and David were conned into coming too. They arrived thinking they'd be our only guests. A jolly gathering which included a dancing competition. Steve, Tim and Dave did a remarkable impression of The Chiffons singing 'Sweet Talking Guy'. Diane and Paul are getting engaged next week. Things fell through at about 1:30 when Dave left and Steve had a ferocious attack of wind. We ended the night using the cellar as an  'anti-Steve fall out shelter'.

At 3:30am we made eggs and chips.

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Friday November 13, 1981

 _.Friday the thirteenth. Ally has spoken to Jack Andrews garage. The reply this time is that they are waiting for a new seat belt to arrive from the dealers. A simple three day job has escalated into three weeks.

YP: photographs of the royal progress in York yesterday show a pale and wilting Princess of Wales. Should HRH be carrying out such a bstrenuous 'meet the people tour' in these early and crucial weeks of a first pregnancy?

A cosy evening on our settee with our books [Stanley Baldwin and Daphne Du Maurier] with the tv droning on in the background. At 10:15 I shamefully went over the road for greasy fish and chips. We seldom have supper. We watched the tv until it disappeared into a dot. Adam, of Adam and the Ants, was the star on a late night chat show. He's obviously a boy with big and burning ambitions.

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Thursday November 12, 1981

 _. We have been married for 138 days today. A wonderful compatible pair. And I'm not bad either. 

A cold, frosty morn. Busy at the YP. Kathleen is laid up with workitis, and Sarah decided to take a half-day to buy furniture. Just 'Mrs Slocombe' and I, and the phone rang like Hell all day. 

The Prince and Princess of Wales visited York and Chesterfield today . Vast crowds turned out to see the princess who, according to reports, looked pale and uneasy. 80,000 people gathered in Chesterfield Market place.

A tortuous journey home this evening. Three different buses. I deserve the Royal Victorian Chain, or something.

Ally spent the evening working out our finances, or lack of them. She likes nothing better than sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by bills and long dormant cheque book stubs. She took my wallet and removed all the notes from it. Whenever I have cash it is soon cruelly taken from me.

Phoned Dave G at 8. Confirm our visit for Dec 12. Garry, he says, is being made redundant on Dec 18. Poor bugger. Always impassive and without expression, I wonder how long his face is now?

I have just taken up the journal of Barclay Fox, a Cornish Quaker, who kept a diary from 1832 to 1844. Very amusing and interesting because I recall many of the places mentioned from our Cornish holidays 1969, 1970 and 1971.

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Wednesday November 11, 1981

 _. Veteran's Day, USA. - Remembrance Day, Canada

Dark and unpleasant it was at 6:15 today when Peter Milburn on 'Pennine Radio' roused us from our slumbers. We bathed and had boiled eggs, bananas on toast, &c. 

Rain. At the YP I decided to take a half day. Back home at 1:30 I painted the hand rail on the staircase, then looked at my flower painting. Made some headway with the roses and brought them close to completion. Some of them look like cabbages, but I'm generally quite pleased.

Phoned Ally.  An inquest is under way at Bradford Area Health Authority regarding the disappearance of Derek's fan heater. He views everyone suspiciously, and Ally is his number one suspect. The man is insane. Ally has also had a very frustrating conversation with Jack Andrews garage. She is in a state of fury over the condescending attitude of the secretary there.

Made a casserole, and we snuggled down this evening. A book arrived in the post from Associated Book Club. Gordon Honeycombe's 'The Royal Wedding', a special edition no less, and costing £17. Very plush.

Mum phoned for a chat. Watched the drama series 'The Borgias'.

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Tuesday November 10, 1981

 _. At the YP. Gloom. Kathleen was sneezing and so the library was a major quarantine area. Surgical masks. I kid you not. 

Morning papers: The Princess of Wales has been 'under the weather' since her Cenotaph appearance. The EP is treating it very seriously - a tragedy in the making. I did some mournful research for them. Diana's great-grandmother, Margaret, Viscountess Althorp [1869-1906] died in childbirth. The baby survived and married Henry Douglas-Home.

Home at 6. Laid the stair carpet and made the place look a bit less like a Polish refugee camp, or an Afghan guerilla base in the foothills. I placed an old copy of the Times on each step to give the carpet added thickness. It's just like an Axminster now. 

At 11:30pm the phone rang. A voice said: 'Hello Sir. It's Buckingham Palace on the line. Will you accept a call?' It was Steve S. Tim then came on [pissed] to a background of noises reminiscent of Belle Vue Zoo. He was phoning to thank us for the birthday card.

Bed at 12.

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Monday November 9, 1981

 _.To the Central Library at lunchtime. More art books.

No donkey jacket?

The brouhaha over Michael Foot's Cenotaph gaffe received marvellous coverage in the morning papers. One publication likened Foot to an 'Irish navvy' which as you can imagine has upset all the Irish MPs. Mrs Foot, defending her husband, is of the opinion that all great men throughout history have been generally of scruffy appearance. Unsure about this. Did we ever see Napoleon in a donkey jacket and wellies? Cleopatra in pre-shrunk faded jeans? [I was tempted to suggest snakeskin trousers, but that would have been unfair]. Louis XIV was always at home in a boiler suit too. [That's enough scruffy historical figures - Ed].

Home at 6. Continued painting flowers - a vast improvement. Still painting the hallway too. Dave G phoned at 8. He asked us to go to Stockport on Dec 12 to dine at Steak Kebabs.

Bed with Stanley Baldwin.

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