Moorhouse Inn, Leeds
Dismal and wet. Up at 8. Indecisive today. I went out for a quick walk and bought a birthday card for Bessie. She is 62 on Monday. Ally opened up in the bar for an hour and half at 11 and Samuel and I danced and sang, and we posted grandmama's birthday card. Music is important for the development of babies, right? He slept soundly after listening to Boy George and Rachmaninov. What will that tuneful combination do to him?
At 1pm we buggered off to Bradford and called on Chris and Elaine at the Red Lion. Elaine was upstairs ironing like a character on Coronation Street with lank, streaky hair. A female Michael Foot, in fact. (Who is he? You ask). The flat looked tiny after the roomy magnificence of the Moorhouse. The baby David _______. Not a bonnie baby by any means. To town and dear Club St and then home.
Marlene and Frank came tonight for an hour or two He had a bad headache (daft that. Can one have a 'good' headache?). I do like Marlene. Caught the end of 'For Pete's Sake' - a Streisand comedy.
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