Moorhouse Inn, Leeds
Up early with a slight hangover, though I drank little. It's lack of sleep. We discussed Christmas last night. They are definitely coming here for the festival and we'll ask them to come after dinner. I don't suppose Lynn will budge from Thorpe Lane. I suggest that for Mum's 50th birthday we should have a child-free 'do' at a restaurant where we can all talk and laugh away from the pack of offspring, just for a change. They think this is a good idea. What about the Hare and Hounds?
Ally went off to Tadcaster for a food hygiene seminar, no doubt very dull. It is Samuel's first day without his mother. Dad took the boy to the park and Mum and I did the pub lunches, and I think we did very well. Afterwards Dad and I took our recumbent angel to Grandways. Horrible children were outside collecting for Guy Fawkes and Dad fell for the scam and coughed up. I had none of it. Ally was back for 5pm and the tea time conversation was centred on germs. Crumpets. The couple from the Duncan called to see us. A busy Tuesday minus staff. Mum and Dad came down for a 'quickie'. Later, watched the news. The state dinner for the Mitterrands at Buckingham Palace. Bed at 12:20. Mum and Dad stayed here again.
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