This is going to be a blank page, so I see not much point in you hanging on at your end any longer. However, I realise that many of you depend on my daily entries, so I won't let you down entirely, being a soft hearted old thing that I am. Anyway, you've had your fun for one day and I'll try to be more productive tomorrow but until then, it's goodbye from me...
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The journal of a Yorkshire lad from the age of 17 in 1973 through several decades .... Transcribing from handwritten volume to blog may take some time ...
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Saturday September 14, 1985
Moorhouse Inn New Moon It was an early rise because of our darling son and heir, who had no qualms about getting his drunken Papa out of be...
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Moorhouse Inn 2nd Sunday in Lent with dear Phyllis. Drizzle. Up for a full-English. Samuel is much better behaved without the influence of ...
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Moorhouse Inn Cold and quiet. Dave Glynn phoned tonight but Ally and I were in the cellar, and when we phoned back Lily said that David has...
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