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| Rudd's Arms, Marton. |
Why Not, Hemlington
We plunged and in the bath. Prepared for Mum and Dad's arrival. Sue Benton was working this morning and we left her to her own devices in the bar. The pub was deserted early on with only the simple window cleaner, Derek, drinking. Mum and Dad came just after 12 looking fit and well. We sat in a corner whispering them the news of recent events. They see the brewery as a big, wicked organisation and that we should 'tell them where to go'. They are both pleased and relieved that we will be back in Bradford soon and view Sam Smith's very suspiciously. Mother's motto is 'Trust Nobody' and they even view Roy Barnes as a brewery spy. We sat until evening and then decided to go to the Rudd's Arms for a steak. We went at 6:30 to Marton in Mandy Metro. We found a pleasant corner and had large dinner. Mum and Dad are thrilled about Sue. That's grandchildren number seven and eight in the pipeline. The Bakers haven't been to Horton since July _______.
Dad and I drank too much and Ally was worried that I was going to be legless back at the Why Not. Back at the pub it was very quiet. Some of the customers seeing me entertain my parents suggest that it might be a crime to be drinking in my own public house. Mum, Dad and Ally went upstairs and I joined them at 11:15 after ridding the pub of the opinionated, moronic idiots. Why are are all the customers in the back bar toothless? Some of the lower classes are despicable, and although I am only working class myself I certainly don't class myself with the lowest of the low. We all sat together in the bedroom and drank cocoa. Dad slumbered in an armchair and I pegged out on the bed.
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