Tuesday May 10, 1983

 Rain. I got a soaking going out for my Daily Telegraph. We ate rounds of toast. Ally stood in the bathroom clutching the sink.  ___________.

I hope we hear from a brewery soon. Steve O'Connor came at 12 and bagged up the debris in the garden and went up a ladder with a hod of cement. They pottered around until about 4:30 and went away without saying anything.

I read 'Dorian Gray' and watched an interesting programme on the BBC about the exinction of the dinosaurs 65 million years ago.

Ally phoned to say she was coming home early and arrived at 4:15. She was beaming up at the workmen on the roof.

I am feeling under the weather. Dry throat, blocked ears and nose. I have the beginning of a cold. A dreadful thirst too, swigging coffee all night. Mum phoned at 6:30 and I spoke to both of them. They visited Guiseley today to see Christopher and rushed back. Business is poor. They have only had one guest since John stayed two weeks ago.

Dad says he might not vote at all at the coming general election. He is annoyed at the PMs decision to go to the country a year early, and with a majority of 30. Papa has always been a political animal and he would have been furious with me had I expressed a decision not to vote when I lived at home. It is age for you. Apathy comes with wrinkles and grey hair. I think I might be out of favour for not going up to Horton since my birthday. We have had too much on. 

Watched Daphne Du Maurier's 'Jamaica Inn' which dragged on all night. A new comet has passed over within 3,000,000 miles of earth and I went out at 10:30 to detect it but too much cloud prevented me seeing even a glimmer. It was such a thing which collided with earth 65m years ago killing the dinosaurs. When will it be our turn to go? 

Bed at 11:30.

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Monday May 9, 1983

 My alarm went off at 6:44 just like in the days of old __________.

I made eggs and toast. Photographs arrived in the post. The ones I took at the YP on the day I leftt are bad, but I hadn't mastered the instruction leaflet at that stage. 

Pouring rain. Ally went out, and I pleaded with her to take it easy. She spoke to Derek (Jenkins) and told him of her gynaecological condition. She phoned me at lunch from Duckworth Lane. 

Saw Steve O'Connor in the van but he didn't come here. I fear the roof repairs are going to drag on all summer. We have a room full of washing, and I took the iron upstairs and spent three hours like a male Hilda Ogden. The radio informs me that the PM has held an emergency cabinet meeting and has gone to see the Queen. Oh dear. At 2:15 it was announced that Parliament is to be dissolved on Friday and that the general election is to be held on June 9. She (Thatcher) cannot possibly be defeated and certainly Michael Foot is the best opposition leader she could put up against. If she survives until 1988 then she will be the Queen's longest serving prime minister. By June 9 we'll be gaga with all this electioneering. I hope that Foot will live that long. Denis Healey would be a more formidable opponent, but still no match for the divine Margaret.

I came downstairs wilting like one of the daffodils outside now crushed by Steve O'Connor and his broken roof tiles.

Len Fairclough has been remanded on bail for sexually assaulting two eight year-old girls. He will have to be written out of the Coronation Street script.

Retired at 10:15.

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Sunday May 8, 1983

 Rogation Sunday

Mother's Day in USA and Canada

A long lie in. A slight hangover but this is only to be expected. Up at noon for toast and tea. We disposed of the washing up from last night and ate the leftovers at lunch. A bowl of ratatouille with cauliflower cheese and mushrooms all covered in the steak and pepper gravy. Delicious. We watched a Bob Hope film and a few of his stupid cracks raised a smile from Ally. At 5 we watched a programme on the royal family narrated by Ronald Allison. He interviewed the Duke of Gloucester whom I haven't heard speak before. The poor man looks very much like the Buccleuch family, but sounds sane anyway.

Bessie phoned at 3:30. Frank is on a 17-mile sponsored walk at Newbury raising money for eye operations in India. Trevor Lynn, Gill's brother, and Teri , are to be married by Mr Lynn at Kings Worthy. Andrew is still courting Lorraine. Ally, wearing striped dungarees and one of my shirts, dosen't say anything about her possible condition. No need to create panic at this stage.

(to be continued)

Saturday May 7, 1983

 I was awake early and could not go back to sleep. I was reading Alexandre Dumas before 8am. At nine I climbed out and left Ally a note and went out to buy bread rolls and a newspaper. A dark, wet and grotty day. It pelted with rain this afternoon and is about as much like a May day as Michael Foot is like the leader of a political party. We worked in the kitchen preparing dinner from 9:30. Furious activity cooking and cleaning. _____________. The food emerged splendidly and the only mishap was when I accidentally kicked a two litre bottle of lemonade down the cellar steps. The incident resembled the sinking of the Titanic. Ally looked sexy and slinky in her long purple frock, three years old but good. We sat with elderberry wine waiting for the dinner guests, and toast Ally's tummy.

MM drove Marita and Dave L here for 8:30. We dined at 9, and amazingly we were still sitting at the table at 1am. We dined on tomato and orange soup, seafood pancakes, and silverside beef cooked in wine with black peppercorns, &c. Profiteroles with chocolate rum sauce, cheeses, coffee, two bottles of white wine, one bottle of red, and two carafes of home made red. Sumptuous, impressive and a delight. Dave had eaten a salad before he came not expecting such a repast, but managed to keep up with us all the same. Discussed religion, reincarnation, ghosts, and Princess Anne, and in HRH's defence I say her unpopularity is media manufactured, &c. Marita, who is into ghosts in a big way, told us she has a photograph of her great-grandmother which is haunted and speaks to her. The face, Victorian, changes with various moods. She can tell how great-grandma is feeling by looking at the framed photo each morning. MM cannot take it seriously and thinks it's a joke. I can believe anything. 

David is godfather tomorrow to Helen Orchard, daughter of Mick, and he laughs because he is a non-believer, and yet people clamour to ask him to stand as godfather to their children. We looked at photo albums and they left at 2am. A very enjoyable night.

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Friday May 6, 1983

 A wet start, muggy later, and sunshine at the end. Ally once again had her eggs in bed and I read aloud excerpts of news from the Daily Telegraph. A suit of armour worn by Henri II, King of France, has sold for £1,750,000. The local elections have proved nothing and yet they continue to say that the PM will go to the country in June. The big noises are gathering at Chequers on Sunday supposedly to discuss the details. I wouldn't advise an election before October, or next year.

Ally slept until 11 and I made pancakes for the seafood pancakes for tomorrow's dinner party. We later went to town to buy the food and I was very worried about Ally who looked deathly pale, so much so that I thought she might faint. We went into the cool of the fish market to buy prawns and the smell brought her round. The suspense continues. We spent a fortune on food and I carried it all back on a hot bus at 3:30. I phoned MM to make sure they are coming. He was just washing emulsion paint out of his hair and was in a state of confusion. They are bringing Dave L with them so that the lad can indulge in alcoholic beverages. We dined at 5:30 and Ally threw a ratatouille together (for tomorrow) and the delicious smell drove me wild. Drooling at the mouth. As I write Ally has gathered all the house plants together to water and the kitchen resembles the Guatemalan jungle.

We have been talking about christian names again. Foolish of us at this early stage but it cannot be helped. Ally likes Samuel. Of course I have a cousin, Samuel, in close confinement in a Carlisle institution.

We watched TV and went off to bed after part 4 of a slow thriller which has dragged on for three episodes too many. Watched 'Death of An Expert Witness'. I phoned Peter who was watching TV in solitary. Christopher's hernia operation went off well and the boy was up and playing on the ward this evening though bruised and with stitches. The hernia was bigger than expected.

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Thursday May 5, 1983

 Ally phoned Patricia and had breakfast in bed.  We went down to the school to vote in the local elections. The Conservative lady got my cross. Hand in hand we went to post our quarterly rates bill (£19.87) and then decided to go to Guiseley to see Lynn and Dave and the Baker sisters. Over to Thorpefields for 1pm and spent five hours with Lynn and the delightful girls. Frances, David's double, was a little shy at first (she had just got out of bed) but chatted away in a broad Yorkshire accent. Katie smiles beautifully and doesn't seem to object to Frances who jostles her with great vigour. She (Katie) drank from a bottle for the first time, and didn't enthuse about the experience. We left at 6 and at the end of Thorpe Lane instead of turning towards Bradford we went to Menston for a T-bone steak at the Fox, a Beefeater restaurant. Ally had a well-done steak just to be on the safe side because rare meat can damage a foetus - if any. Prawn cocktails, steaks, ice-cream, cheese, &c. All for £15. However, I dislodged a filling. The waitress was so revoltingly humble I was almost sick. We got a bus from there and was home for 9:30. Watched the beginning of News at 10 but nodded off. To bed with water. Restless sleep.

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Wednesday May 4, 1983

 Ally stayed in bed until lunchtime with Wilkie Collins not daring to move. Steve O'Connor went up onto the roof throwing the stones down upon the daffodils. Ally emerged at lunchtime and we had tomato soup (again) and sandwiches. We sat looking at our finances this afternoon and drinking oceans of tea. When should she see a doctor? We are quite ignorant on this topic. It's like living in a goldfish bowl with the roofing chaps peering in on us. Eventually Ally sat with her back to the window, booked pressed against her nose. I kept carrying pots of tea outside for the grateful roofers who had had a shandy over at the Second West. Thirsty work.

We debate about what to do for the remainder of the week. Should she phone Derek? Phoned Susan to wish her luck at hospital tomorrow. Christopher's operation takes place on Friday.

Coronation Street, Dallas and the news. I went to bed with The Three Musketeers. The night was warm and the bedrooom hot, like the hot house at Kew. 

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Tuesday May 3, 1983

 I was awakened at 5am by Ally who was in the bathroom threatening to faint. I went to assist. She was sick and wobbly and went back to bed. I phoned Patricia at the AHA and she wasn't convinced. These people never are. I have a cheque in the post to the value of £34 from my YP pension scheme. Ally got up at noon and sat with her feet up sipping tomato soup and pushing in tiny pieces of toast. Will I be a father in January? A pregnancy lasts 274-280 days. From April 7 this takes us through to January 6, 1984 - Epiphany.

Watched the lunchtime news on TV. An earthquake in California, but only one person killed. Watch this space. The quake of 1906 (or was it 1913?) must surely soon be repeated. Steve O'Connor's lackey came to say that the rain is preventing work on the roof, but by lunchtime the rain had stopped and we had a dry afternoon which is more than can be said for Steve O'Connor over in the Second West reminiscing with his friend George at the bar.

Ally sat with her book, a glass of milk, and Wilkie Collins. We watched TV. To bed after 'Minder'.

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Monday May 2, 1983

 A foul wet Monday. I was in the bath at 11 and Janette phoned Ally to say they are coming over. They came at 1:20.

Susan phoned. Christopher is having his operation on Friday. She left midst conversation because the boy fell over and impaled himself on the telephone stand. 

John and Janette are like Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor. They make a very fiery couple. ________.She isn't 19 until August 3. We went to the Bod which was very rough and full of heavily tattooed Bradfordians with haircuts like Mohican tribesmen. We left hurriedly. To the Fire Brigade pub which was equally rough. We sat giggling ridiculously next to a couple of building labourers who had fallen asleep over their bottles of pils lager. And again it was hard to see flesh for all the tattoos. John told us, at Janette's prompting, of his affair with his nurse neighbour, Janet, who had taken away his bed sheets after a two night romp and never given them back. Janette says she may go home tomorrow, but adds with a smile, that she will return. John says it's been 'a long five days' referring to her arrival in Yorkshire on January 8. We came home at 11 and I bought fish and chips for us all. J & J left at 12 still in pouring rain. I presented the departing Janette with two daffodils __________.

I phoned Mum at 6:30. My first contact with them since April 20. Most odd.

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Sunday May 1, 1983

 4th Sunday after Easter

William and nanny.

Woke up at 10 to the sound of rain splashing. Toast and coffee. Lynn phoned just for a chat and says John is probably going to be made redundant in a couple of weeks. Sue is having a check up on Thursday _________. John and Janette were at Waltergarth yesterday, and she is blobbing today instead of selling caravans. Ally reading 'Cold Comfort Farm', which she finished and then began 'Moonstone', by Wilkie Collins.

Royal news: Watched the BBC and ITV coverage of the royal tour of New Zealand. Saw Prince William arriving at Gatwick with his nanny. The boy is always barefoot.

Roasted a chicken and the usual oddments and we ate at 7. An evening of continuing idleness. Watched 'Brideshead Revisited' on Channel 4 which was amusing. The drunk scenes are exceptional. Saw Glenda Jackson (a future Dame Glenda) and Walter Matthau in a romantic film which was good.

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Saturday April 30, 1983

 We stayed in bed until about 9:30 when we heard Steve O'Connor's ladder banging against the wall and then heard him up upon the roof. We breakfasted on eggs and bacon and lashings of coffee. I went out and bought a Daily Telegraph but it contained nothing of great worth. 

True: Spandau Ballet

Edward Heath is reported to be annoyed at being held up in the traffic in Westminster recently when a car carrying the Queen Mother caused a traffic jam and she received priority and because of it he missed a vote in the Commons chamber. The Express report that Heath has complained that MPs should have precedence over members of the royal family in the surrounds of the Palace of Westminster. Ted denies that he has said this, but then he would, wouldn't he?

Ally says what a beautiful evening we had last night. I had a trout and she a piece of veal in a mushroom sauce, but washed down with a wine not as good as the wine we 'brew'. The dinner cost a mere £13 and we came away happy and relaxed. 

We walked to town and bought food and the Spandau Ballet LP 'True'. Excellent. Later: Terry Wogan, 'Dynasty', and five minutes of the film 'Shaft'. Went to bed and found sleep almost immediately.

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