_. After the YP I went over to Carol J's house of ill-repute for three hours of wallpaper hanging in her bathroom. More or less finishing off the work I started in March. The tatty, smelly flat is filled with our feline playmates of the cat variety. Four of them in fact. The place resembles a low class safari park. Home at 9.
I am staggered at the cheek of Mr Eamonn Burke. He phoned Sarah to ask for Ally's phone number in Bradford, and then asked for my home phone number. He cannot now fit Ally into his diary for this week. ___________.
Saturday March 21, 1987
Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ As you have no doubt fathomed by now our plans to move from the Moorhouse have grounded on the rocks of apath...
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