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Mum and Dad went up to Middleham to look at a tatty pub which is of no further interest to them. I do hope they aren't being too choosy. At 7 we drove over to collect John and brough him back for dinner. [Mum and Dad arrived home just as we were leaving]. John brought his tools. We sat with mushroom soup, liver, strawberries and cream. He studied our kitchen cupboards, throwing in the occasional grunt. He came to a party here at Christmas in 1980, his only previous visit to Club St. After dinner we went to the Fire Brigade and sank four or five pints apiece. Amazingly, the conversation did not touch upon his marriage, and Maria wasn't mentioned. I feel that enough must have been said already. The three of us stood by the jukebox. A pleasant evening. So good to see John. Back at home we carried on drinking until 3:00am. All the records out. Nostalgia reigned.
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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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