Tuesday May 29, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn

Sunshine. A hot, cloggy day. Samuel has had a boiled egg with soldiers for breakfast and sipped from a cup. He held the toasted fingers himself and sucked them into pulp. He does love to squeal. Ought we to discourage this? The modern way is to discourage nothing, I suppose. 

Surprise, surprise. In walked Mum, Dad, Sue, Pete, Christopher, Jim, Margaret and Julie, full of fun and looking for a party. Sue is brown and fat and showing no signs of bringing forth her latest offspring. Christopher is bigger. It's funny to see a child with teeth and hair. We are so used to Samuel's gummy baldness. 

Dave Howard's card ....

I helped Margaret in the bar. We all dined downstairs after closing at 3:30. What terror and chaos are we in for on June 19? Sue's very latest scan says baby is due on June 6. Isn't that the 40th anniversary of D-Day? Winston Eisenhower Dunkirk Nason? Ally and I are shattered and I was not the best company. We spent about £20 on booze. They all paid for their lunches. It was a shipping order. 

Quiet night. Just Jane. Sharon Egan is leaving home. Nourishing Strong Stout drinker David (Howard) has lost his printing business in an arson attack. He looked sick.

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