_. 16th Sunday after Trinity
Sunny. Could it be Carol's Indian Summer? Up at 10. Breakfast with Ally, Frank, Bessie, and Andrew. Frank is such a quiet man. To Haworth at 11:30 for lunch at the Old Sun Inn. Frank payed again. Andrew pulls his father's leg so marvellously. 'Old Jug Ears' is perhaps his favourite insult at the moment. Endured Andrew's Judas Priest cassette in the car. We endured it in silence. Horrified that I may be growing to like it. Back to Lidget Green, and then they went on to Colne.
Ally has arranged a weekend at Martyr Worthy for the gang on Nov 28.
Drank lager and blackcurrant all afternoon listening to Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones warbling loudly. We are both rock crazy at the moment. Walked down Oak Lane and we were almost overcome by the curry fumes. Ally was almost physically sick.
Got a bus on Manningham Lane and returned to Guiseley at 7. We fancied having a night by a warm TV. Watched a Goldie Hawn film. She's always so good.
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