New Moon
Moorhouse Inn, Leeds
Breakfast with John and Janette. I was up early cooking bacon and eggs and generally pottering. John is very slap-dash. He should have gone to a job but decided not to bother turning in. Ally said: 'You'll never make a millionaire with this cavalier attitude.' We took Samuel downstairs at 12. Something we rarely do. We sat and had a drink in the empty lounge. Janette related her troubled life story. The daughter of 'Mad Jock' Drysdale. A murderous glass-eyed Scot who, some years ago, dropped a poor man into a fish fryer in a fish and chip shop when he failed to obtain satisfactory service. When I gasped: 'But he could have killed him', Janette took a sip of lager and said: 'Yes, he did.' John can be sick. 'Frying tonight' he exclaimed. This peeved Janette somewhat. Her mother, Jean, is a reformed alcoholic who recently remarried to a man called Muir. At this John raised doubts as to Janette's parentage, &c. Laughing, he said Jock has been 'inside' for three years when Janette was conceived. Janette went upstairs in a mad hig, and we followed for more stale (coffee) cake. What a mixed bag. Our day in disarray, jobs left undone.
Mavis worked and seems competent.
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