Sunday after Ascension
Moorhouse Inn
Still wet. We slept late and were disturbed by the phone at 10. It was Lynn saying they would be with us in half an hour for a coffee. Ally, on the warpath, flew round the flat putting on clothes and clearing away last night's debris. They came for an hour bringing the two pink girls. Lynn doesn't look big and we deduce that she must be having a third daughter. They had no news. David has found an old Victorian fireplace. Supped coffee. Katie remains imobile.
Had a 'breakfast' at 2pm. Eggs, bacon, &c. Saw a bit of 'The Maltese Falcon' and 'The Longest Day' a film about D-Day. It seems that John Wayne has to be in every movie. Ally went off to polish the pine chest in the bedroom.
Heaving with people tonight. Jane and I very busy. Rob and Kath came in with some friends from London. It was too busy for social intercourse. Something is wrong here, surely? The Pipers are never at work. Samuel was up late. We suspect he's getting a cold. Poor mite.
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