Wednesday January 6, 1982

 Epiphany

The snow supposedly forecast for this week has yet to arrive. Ally was out of bed like a shot mixing scrambled eggs long before I raised my weary head. She is much better today and fortunately her voice didn't go the same way as mine.

YP: continued with the honours list, and made sure I took my time. Kathleen did my EP indexing. The Lord High Constable of Scotland, the Earl of Erroll, has become engaged to Isabelle Hohler. Miss Hohler's cousin Lucinda recently betrothed herself to a Compton of Newby Hall. Lord Cornwallis, who the Daily Telegraph accidentally 'killed off' last September, finally bit the dust on Monday. It must have been disturbing for the old boy reading his own obituary in the broadsheets. Imagine the tea, toast and marmalade splattered everywhere.

It was a year ago this very night, in bed at Pine Tops, that Ally and I decided to marry. It's been a beauitful and satisfying year.

Phoned Mum this afternoon. Her voice so distorted with her cold that I thought I'd phoned the wrong number. We are going tomorrow.

I posted a list of English personal names to Susan. Let's hope she makes the right choice.

Lasagne for dinner. Threw out our Christmas tree and put our balls away for another year. 

Sat and watched 'Hannibal Brooks' [again], eating apples, buns, and chocolates. Well, it is the last day of Christmas.

Splashed in the bath.

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Tuesday January 5, 1982

 Had a restless night because of Ally's indisposition and at 7, we lay sweaty and tired, trying not to listen to Mike Read on Radio 1.

Ally shouldn't have gone into the office, but Derek and Gillian are similarly indisposed. I left her at 7:45 looking drawn and wobbly.

At the office: Kathleen is insane. When I asked whether she had spent a merry Christmas she merely shrugged and said it was so far in the past she couldn't remember. Obviously, they've had a dreadful and busy time without me.

Honours?

I spent the day looking at the New Years Honours list to amend the files. Far from interesting. Those dreadful athletes who went to Moscow against Mrs Thatcher's wishes have been awarded the OBE. Yet another 'U' turn. Sir Charles Forte has been given a life peerage, and the palace press officials come away with DCVOs and KCVOs. I am no as sympathetic to the honours system as I once was. Just reading the small print you come across recipients, such as: 'Evadne Maud, Mrs Jenkins, BEM for services to lawn mowers, West Sussex'. I think it might be more of an honour to be ignored.

I spent some time combing the births, marriages and deaths announced in my absence. Sir Jim Holland, Bt, died on Christmas Day, and Lord Kenilworth died on Boxing Day.

Rain all day. I got a soaking at lunchtime when I went out to buy mince beef at Kirkgate market. It could be worse. Heavy snow is forecast once again, and floods have devastated York. 

Phoned Mum who sounded hideous - full of cold and speaking from her bed. Dad is similarly laid up. Cancel our proposed visit.

Escaped the office at 4:45 because the snow forecast filled me with alarm and despondency. Home at 5:45. We ate our mince speciality and watched 'Picnic at Hanging Rock', a good Australian film about the mysterious disappearance of a party of schoolgirls whilst picnicking in 1900.

Phoned Lynn. We arrange to go see 'Eye of the Needle' with her and Dave at the Bradford Odeon on Friday. Afterwards they'll spend the night here. Frances will be deposited at Guiseley in the capable hands of Granny. David was in one of his soulful moods. Ally dreamt last night that Lynn gave birth to hairy baby called 'Silver'. What could this possibly mean?

Dave Reed phoned to say he and Carol are getting engaged in Middlesbrough on January 16 and are to marry on August 14. 

Listened to Debussy. Bed late.

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Monday January 4, 1982

 Bank Holiday in Scotland

Our alarm clock rang at 6:55.  This is indeed a special treat because it usually wakes us at 6:30. However, after a sleepless and lustful night our energies were taxed to the hilt.

YP abysmal. Spoke to Ally a few times and visited the public library at lunchtime. Phoned Mum at 4:45. She informed me that she believes that Maria is two months pregnant, but this requires clinical confirmation. Nevertheless, it looks like another Rhodes baby in August. John and Maria returned to Scotland today and say they are putting the cottage up for sale and are looking for an old property back in Yorkshire where they can demolish, build and toil for another three years.

I phoned Susie for a pregnancy bulletin. She wants the baby to come now. The child has been kicking furiously inside her for weeks.

Home at 6:15. Ally now full of cold. We went to bed early where now, at 10:03pm, she sleeps beneath the quilt with just a few curls peeping out.

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Sunday January 3, 1982

 2nd Sunday after Christmas

Up at 9:30. We packed the car in sombre mood. Working tomorrow. Bessie packs us up with bottles [in which to brew], apples, food supplies, various plant cuttings from the garden, &c.

We had breakfast and cups of tea and discussed returning for a week May 28-June 6. Said goodbye and left at 11:30.

Andrew: Rocket.

Andrew, who was sleeping in his room, leads a solitary existence and although resident in the same house isn't like a member of the family. He takes irregular meals, comes in and out at irregular hours of the day and night, and in the evenings and at weekends he's closeted in his bedroom with his CB transmitter. His code name is Rocket. He's always covered from head to foot in oil and black leather, but is very pleasant.

Home at 4:30. Tired out. Phoned Mum. They both have heavy colds. They entertained the others at lunchtime yesterday and went to Giovanni's in the evening. I invited myself to Guiseley for dinner on Tuesday.

We stayed up until 12:15 watching Dame Edna at the Royal Alfred Hall [sic] presenting her 'Last Night at the Poms' Show. 

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Saturday January 2, 1982

 Dad is 48 today and dear Mum is 47. I think this might be the first time I have missed seeing them on their joint birthday.

Ally, in a long, blue dressing gown, was up an hour before me in her father's study discussing the ins and outs of joining BUPA, at £8 per week. They decide against. Frank and Bessie went off shopping leaving us sat in the vast kitchen. How good would it be to own a house of such proportions?

Later to Winchester shopping. Then to Southampton shopping where we spent £28 in Habitat on a table lamp and a brass door knob.

Dined tonight with Frank & Bessie. Prawn cocktails, watercress soup, pheasant in red wine, chocolate fudge cake. Delicious. Afterwards we slumped. Bed at 1am. I am feeling better, but Ally is going under now.

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Friday January 1, 1982

 Bank Holiday in UK., Republic of Ireland, USA & Canada

Rectory, Kings Worthy.

Hoarse all day. Frank and Bessie took Ally and I to Chandler's Ford [where we'd left Audrey last night] for the 'Young Dixons' first 'drinks party'. Bessie interjecting some tremendous fun comments. Had a delicious fish paté. Most of the Hampshire guests left at 2:30 and Ally and I sat huddled on a settee for a further three hours. We took Michael and 'Dids' Lynn back to Kings Worthy rectory and then on to Chillandham Cross for the night. We declined Graham's invitation to join him at the Cart and Horses. We must be growing old. Cold ale on cold nights no longer fascinates.

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Thursday December 31, 1981

 Fried breakfast [again]. Joined Graham and Gill at the New Inn at Easton for a lunchtime drink. Had cheese toasties and lungs full of cigarette smoke. Felt horrible. Caught sight of myself in a mirror in the gents and reeled with horror. My features white and baggy. My eyes bloodshot. The general effect is reminiscent of Robert Mitchum, and he must be 67.

On to Graham and Gill's at Chandler's Ford for coffee and back to Chillandham Cross at 5. Had grilled steak and salad. Frank and Bessie went off reluctantly to a Rotary Club dinner dance at 7 - they usually see in the New Year in bed. Bessie told us that when they lived in Wallasey in the 50s they'd lay in bed listening to the ships at Liverpool hooting and booming in celebration of the New Year. Romantic.

Ally & Gill

At 8 we went back to Graham and Gill's at Chandler's Ford. I had a whisky, and Ally had something Italian and wet and we went, the four of us, to Midge and Eugene's hideous pub at Southampton. Ally glorious in her pink tulip frock. The pub was crowded and hot, but at least it was lively. Streamers, silly hats and that sort of thing. Midge, bedecked like the Trafalgar Square Christmas tree, came over and made us feel like VIP guests. Joined by Barbara and Mel. He was very thin, skeletal, and supposedly on the wagon. Barbara planted a kiss of my cheek leaving an impression of her lipstick across my face. She prodded me and said that marriage has turned me into a fat slob. 

Frank, Bessie, me, Ally, Graham.

On at 10 to collect Peter and Dee Lynn. To the deserted Plough Inn at Itchen Abbas. Empty but for a grey old lady throwing darts. The landlord inspected us through narrowed eyes. A dismal place, and tonight especially gruesome. We left and went to the New Inn at Easton. Not much better here. The drunk locals were huddled at one end of the bar and we stood at the other. The landlady, clad in a fur coat, was slumped over the bar bemoaning the fact that her 'after hours' party was in ruins. We decided enough was enough and left at 11:45 and bombed back to Kings Worthy rectory, just in time for the chimes of the clock heralding the New Year. Did the usual 'auld langs ayne' routine. I stood with Dee holding baby Patrick. We drank punch and Bell's whisky.

My voice disappeared completely. Florence gave me spoon after spoon of cough mixture. Much of the conversation was rugby union based. Graham tried to persuade us to visit the nearby fish farm where a wild party hosted by the eccentric Michael Wilkinson-Warburton was in full swing, but Gill and Ally were strongly opposed to the idea.

Back to Chillandham Cross at some fortgotten time.

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Wednesday December 30, 1981

 Winchester shopping. Feel slightly better, but by no means robust. To Graham and Charlotte's at 8 for dinner. Cats. Bloody cats. The allergy, on top of the cold. Feline hairs, ugh.

Chicken with Brussel sprouts. We had a film show of their Egyptian holiday. Exited in deep fog after 12. Got lost on the drive home. The fog so dense.

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Tuesday December 29, 1981

Bournemouth.

 A fried breakfast. To Bournemouth for the day. Feel horrible. Hot, sweaty. Diabolical throat. It is only to be expected. I'm ill every Christmas. Bought new jeans in the January sales. To our horror, the sale at Habitat doesn't start until January 2. Sod it. Back to Chillandham Cross at 6. Too hot and snotty to eat. Sat talking with Frank and Bessie about the Dixon ancestry. Bed at 12 gasping like a bronchil Spaniel.

Notes:

Alison Mary, my wife, was born at Wallasey, May 21, 1958, the second child and only daughter of Frank Dixon [born Sept 15, 1927] and his wife Bessie Braithwaite [born June 4, 1922]. Frank was the youngest child and only son of the three children of Thomas Dixon, of Colne, Lancashire, and Mary Ellen Dixon [nee Jobling]. Thomas Dixon died in November, 1955, shortly after the birth of his grandson, Graham Dixon, born Nov 3, 1955. Mary Ellen Jobling's family arrived on a barge in Colne from Liverpool. She died in May, 1978, aged 92 [?]. Thomas Dixon had a brother, Ernest, and two sisters, Clara and Ada.

The Braithwaite siblings.

Bessie [yes, Bessie not Elizabeth] is the eldest child of Albert Braithwaite, of Colne, and Nora [nee Birch]. Albert died in January, 1966. Nora died in Oct 1958. Bessie was followed by Joan, Margaret [deceased], Hilda, Allen [the wild only brother]. The Birch family had connections with Hubberholme, and one uncle occupied the George Inn there. But you know how people are. Things get passed from generation to generation and become muddled.

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Monday December 28, 1981

 _.Fog, but passable. Up at 9:30. Ate, then packed, and left for Winchester at 12. A dull journey on the M1 thanks to the fog. Stopped at 2 at the Crossroads Motel at Weedon, Northamptonshire, for scampi and chips and lager. Then back on the road south. We are in holiday spirits - no work for one week, and it was so good to see Ally's glee as she neared her parents home. 

Arrived at Chillandham Cross at 5. Presented Bessie with her flower painting and it seemed to go down well. Bessie was pale, complaining of dizzy spells. Frank, fatter, blamed his increased girth on the Christmas fayre [Graham and Gill came for Christmas dinner].

At 8 the Lynn family came for Christmas drinks. The Rev Matthew and Florence Lynn. Bed at 12 feeling groggy. Sore throat.

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Sunday December 27, 1981

 1st Sunday after Christmas

Had a large breakfast and then managed to get the car to go.Freezing fog and ice. Home to Ash Tree Cottage and plunged into a hot bath and dressed for Sue's Christmas party. Back to Guiseley at 5:30 - thick snow. Joined by Mum and Dad [nearing the end of their festive celebrations, and they left shortly afterwards]. Joined by Karen, Steve, Janet Simon and her betrothed, Lynn, David, a chubby Frances, John, Maria, JPH, Catherine, &c. [Maria took the kids home at 6:30 and didn't return], Hilda, Tony, Jill, Tim, Chippy, Gus, Johnny, Dave L &c. 

Dave L finds the Sandersons compulsive company. He is having his annual 'do' on January 2. We don't think we'll be back from Winchester. I have never missed a Dave Lawson party.I suppose it's a watershed.

We left the party at 9:45 [me complaining severely] in order to have a decent night in bed before our Winchester extravaganza. We took John to Ridgeway. 

To bed pissed. Deep snow.

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