Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11
Fog continuing. I slept through Samuel's middle of the night feed and change. Was up at 7:30 and pottered around in the cellar, minus wellies, and had soggy feet. Plenty of staff in today - the Pirie's traditional day off. They (the Piries) called in from Ossett on their way to Aberdeen just to be nosey. Bev couldn't resist one last look at the place. They were positively vitriolic about C____ and accuse him of all their recent stock problems. It is too early to say, but I do think it is suspicious. We have two pheasants and a turkey of Bev's in our freezer.
Samuel is becoming sturdy. I fell to sleep nursing him at lunchtime. The poor lad's scratched his nose with a sharp finger nail and now looks like Chris Finnegan. Went at 4 to Bradford and filled the car with more Club St artefacts. Vallences have posted some rubber washers to the house and I can now get the washing machine plumbed in. Hurray. Deep fog. Back to Leeds. Lots of staff tonight. I stayed upstairs and watched 'Minder'. I am not at peace with the noise below, and am never at ease away from the bars. The responsibility of my new position weighs heavily on my young shoulders. Bed at 12:42. Not exhausted for a change.
Takings: (B) £170, (L) £118.
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