19th Sunday after Trinity
We were up early and ready to go by 11:30. The pub doors opened at 12 and the staff and customers poured in as we left. Ronnie Bedford was lurking around and I told him to go. We set off down the A1 in silence. We worry too much about the bloody pub and can't get our thoughts off the place. We were in Guiseley in about an hour and found the Bakers in disarray. David in one of his sombre moods. Frances and Katie were dressed alike in red with Diana Spencer collars. Katie is grown and not as pink. The others arrived. Mum looked dowdy in the ensemble she last wore at John & Maria's wedding in '76. John and Janette are in Scotland visiting JPH who has been missing his Dad. ____. All to St Paul's, Esholt, at 2 (or was it 3?) for a hurried little christening service carried out by the vicar of St Oswald's, Guiseley. Ally didn't hold Katie who was held by her father instead. She wasn't bothered or put off by the water and attempted to splash in the font. I giggled when the vicar pulled the plug and the water gurgled away noisily. Cora Wilkinson, my music teacher at Fieldhead (1967-71) was playing the organ. Lynn was clad all in grey and David, dryly, commented that she was dressed like a nanny. Back to Thorpefields for a buffet lunch. Audrey Baker looked well but is crippled. Christopher attacked everyone and no amount of chastising could stop him. We left after 7:30 and returned to Middlesbrough for 9. Nothing amiss here. Exhausted to bed.
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