Ally feels so much better today. No nausea. We lounged in bed until late. Janette phoned to say the children are coming from Scotland and that they will be at John's on Victoria Rd tomorrow evening if we want to see them. John's taking them to Horton-in-Ribblesdale on Sunday. We really should go. I went out and collected a self certification form for Ally but I made a mess of it and threw it away. By 2030 we'll be buried beneath 18 feet of rotting printed gobbledygook. Ally later sat knitting tiny lemon baby clothes. She already has a bag full from Bessie which we were told to keep for our progency. She was also watching a corny, old film starring someone called Andrée Melly, of whom I know nothing. Is she perhaps related to George? Ate steamed fish. Ally had an afternoon nap and ate with me at 5:30. Something smells funny in the kitchen and we know not what. Like a body beneath the concrete in the cellar. Repugnant. Watched a ghost story which was slow. Bars of chocolate. Cocoa. Bed after 10. Slept well for a change. We discuss the pub/baby thing. Can the two go hand in hand? We think so but what will the brewery think? Let us see.
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