New Moon
10th Sunday after Trinity
Moorhouse Inn, Leeds
Mum phoned at 3:30am to say that Lynn had gone into hospital, and when Ally phoned at 7:30 she was told that David had gone home from hospital to see the girls. Later, at visiting time, Lynn was packed off home because her contractions had ceased and so she went over to Pool (in Wharfedale) in her nightgown for tea with Audrey and Henry. Within an hour she was back on the ward heaving away.
A jolly morning in bed. I lay with Samuel singing 'happy birthday' to the Duke of Gloucester. He giggled at my idiocy.
We spent an evening of tension propping up the bar talking to Bernadette (McCarron), a mother of five daughters. Jill and Tim came in with a couple of friends and we talked about London. The place was cleared by 10:45 and we had a drink with the Elmers. Mum phoned at 11:30pm to say that Lynn had given birth to a son at 10:35pm weighing 6lb 2oz, and named Thomas David. We squealed with glee. A son! They must be chuffed to arseholes. I had a Mandarine Napoleon brandy to celebrate. Jill phoned Karen and Di. And so, to bed.
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