Moorhouse Inn, Leeds
Heavy rain today. Susan went in to hospital yesterday and we have heard nothing and so presume that all is well. Samuel has wailed at half hourly intervals throughout the night, and so today we are nothing but cabbages.Living dead. Can the boy be sprouting teeth or is it his digestion? Whatever it is it's bloody awful.
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| Miss Hodge & Andrew. |
That whore __ Hodge is publishing the story that she slept with Prince Andrew when he went on holiday after coming back from the Falklands. I do hope it doesn't put Carolyn Herbert off. Jim's Daily Star has a headline 'The anguish of Lady Helen' - apparently an ex-army captian called Oakes is spilling the beans on his relationship with Lady Helen Windsor. He says she was once enraptured with him. The swine is set to reveal all. Some people will do anything for money.
My cellar is covered in a coating of oil and the boiler men are still down there at it. Deadly quiet tonight. Many people have died in an explosion at a Lancashire water works. A sub-aqua Abervan.
Samuel was back to normal today and slept well. Last night he sounded like Maria Callas.
Shit of the Week: Arthur Scargill.
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