Freezing. The cold is unbearable. After breakfast we wrapped ourselves up and went out into the wilds to find a bus to Guiseley. Mum and Dad have gone with Hilda and Tony to Bunwell in Norfolk for Ruby and Arthur's golden wedding celebrations which take place tomorrow.
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To West End Terrace. Christopher is romping, and it took all four of us to entertain him for the afternoon. Sue made a casserole which we all ate at 4. John came in and was very quiet. He'd been out with David B on Thursday and had put away eight pints. He's playing squash tomorrow. He took us to Burley-in-Wharfedale at 5. Our last visit to Lawn Road. Frances was in the bath, quite the little girl flashing her eyes. We had roast chicken with Lynn and Dave and post-prandial drinks. Their new home 41 Thorpe Lane is called Thorpefields. Ally and I marvel at the Baker capacity to afford a £36,000 house. It must be a frightening experience. At 10 we went out and got on a frosty bus. Bradford at 11. Bed at 12 with cocoa and hot water bottles.
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