Moorhouse Inn, Leeds
Sunshine. To Linfood at dawn with Sammy Bear. Spend £39. Ally opened up and then we went to Morrison's, Leeds market and on to the Clarendon Wing covered in grime and sweat bearing a limp, dying plant for Sue who we find enjoying the rudest of health, looking fat, tanned and idle. She is in a large ward quite alone and thumbing through a copy of the December 1983 Cosmopolitan, and a tatty Women's Own. Samuel, good as gold, played on the bed. Sue has set her heart, foolishly, on having a girl. I hope she will not be disappointed. A daughter will be Samantha Kate. Tonight I felt vicious and yelled at a toothless hag who came in at five to eleven. Shook with rage, in fact. Ally stayed upstairs with Bear.
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