. Dull, overcast, and very wet later. Feel hideous. Climbed out of bed at 11 and was violently sick, just in time for breakfast of scrambled eggs on toast.
At 1pm Ally, Dave G and I went to Bramhope to observe the wedding of Christopher Baker and Julie Harris at St Giles's Church. The vicar, I thought, made a ghastly gaffe going on and on about the breakdown of marriage and the perils of divorce. Dave G looked at me and whispered loudly that the vicar was instructing the couple to 'bleedin' well not bother'.
At 2 we returned to the Woolpack for a couple of pints before waving a sad goodbye to Master Glynn. He has to be back on duty at dawn tomorrow at Stockport Hospital.
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| The Vintage restaurant. |
To Guiseley. Slept in a chair until 7pm. Then to Lidget Green to get changed. The two of us went to dinner at the Vintage Steak Bar in Bradford. The T-bone steaks were £5.40 each, and were deplorable, disappointing. We laughed though, and made small talk. I know it's wrong but we had a bottle of Liebfraumilch with our red meat. The bill came to £18 which we can ill afford.
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