Septuagesima
Moorhouse Inn, Leeds 11, &c.
The Sunday Telegraph says Harold Macmillan is to be Earl of Stockton (his old constituency) and Viscount Macmillan.
Samuel was in a yelping mood to begin the day. He notices us now, and gives me long, concentrated looks. I adore the little pudding.
A pleasant, plodding Sunday lunch. Mabel was brought in by Marlene and Frank and we had a couple of drinks together. I took them up to the flat to see Ally and Samuel. The phone rang at 2 and it was Lynn to say they are coming too. They arrived at 3 after Frank and Marlene had helped Charlie to clear up. After our cousins departed Lynn told us she is expecting baby Baker number three in August. Such a surprise though we did know that they wanted further issue. They must surely want a boy now. David let Thomas, as a name, out of the bag. We showed them over the place and had a drink downstairs. Frances is a quiet, serious little thing. Katie is of a more robust disposition.
Charlie opened at 7 and I joined him at 8.
Takings: (B) £129, (L) £155.
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