Moorhouse Inn, Leeds
United Nations Day
New Moon
Samuel crawled and in a forward direction. Historic occasion. World News: NACODS cannot decide about strike action. The Mitterrands are here with the Queen. She's seen more French presidents that she's had hot dinners. The late Earl of Warwick has left £61 in his will. Of course he was filthy rich. How very clever of him. The Treasury must be fuming. The Earl of Ulster is 10.
Rain, cold, &c. Autumn leaves. Late up. In fact I woke up to find Samuel in the bed looking at me. Ally was cooking curry and lasagne, after counting the tills. We breakfasted with Mum & Dad. Porridge, sausages, crumpets, &c. They left at 12 with Samuel's portrait wrapped in newspaper, for Pudsey to go see Auntie Hilda. It's always sad saying goodbye.
Who cares about United Nations Day?
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