5, Club Street, Lidget Green, Bradford
Ally's clinic day. She woke me with tea and toast this morning and we sat in our pink, sunny bedroom. We are noy obsessed by 'home' and when we are away we can adapt to any room or rooms with no strain. Home is where we are, if that's not too corny. I have a haircut and come away looking like Shakin' Stevens. Ally had a trim too, and we went and sat in the clinic. But before this we went to the Red Lion at Girlington where Chris and Elaine Wills (who trained at the Linthorpe last Nov-Jan). They showed us the place. It's very pleasant. We'd love it for ourselves. The little woman took Ally upstairs and showed us the flat which is massive. So, back to the clinic. Ally was weighed and the midwife gasped at her increase in weight. She's now 8st 10 and a half lb. All is well. Ally should be feeling slight movement from the baby now. We left reassured. Ally bought a dress from one of those tiny, obscure shops. It's pretty and wide and has a tiger and a sunset across the front. I gave her some black, plastic earrings and put them in a letter. She cried when I made the presentation. She is an emotional old stick lately. Hannah was one on Tuesday. We sent a birthday card, but no gift. A vast liver stew this evening. I weeded the garden and Ally phoned Bessie. Mum phoned us. They are coming to Middlesbrough on Tuesday. Bed. Jack Higgins, &c.
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