Moorhouse Inn
Bank Holiday in UK & USA
Bloody Bank Holiday. We expected visitors all day but none came until almost 2 o'clock. I was sat writing this 'ere (diary) when Ally shouted "look out of the window". This I did and there was Dad with Sue, Pete and the boys smiling up at me. We left Margaret in the bar and came upstairs. (Audrey is having the week off). Dad sat in Mum's high-backed chair and kept saying: "Hey, dear", with a sigh. He went and inspected every room. They spent 98 days here after Mum's so-called 'operation'. Ninety eight bloody days. Dad says he is so grateful for what we did. What did we do? Mum was laid here dying while we sold ale below. We have suffered so much too, haven't we? We have to go on with this trauma for the rest of our lives. Hopefully, Mum sleeps soundly beneath Guiseley soil.
Karen, Steve and Hayley came. Dad and Sue & Co left, and the Sandersons stayed until 9pm. Steve came down to the bar with me.
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