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Sunday June 3, 1984

 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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Saturday June 2, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds

Dismal and wet. Up at 8. Indecisive today. I went out for a quick walk and bought a birthday card for Bessie. She is 62 on Monday. Ally opened up in the bar for an hour and half at 11 and Samuel and I danced and sang, and we posted grandmama's birthday card. Music is important for the development of babies, right? He slept soundly after listening to Boy George and Rachmaninov. What will that tuneful combination do to him? 

At 1pm we buggered off to Bradford and called on Chris and Elaine at the Red Lion. Elaine was upstairs ironing like a character on Coronation Street with lank, streaky hair. A female Michael Foot, in fact. (Who is he? You ask). The flat looked tiny after the roomy magnificence of the Moorhouse. The baby David _______. Not a bonnie baby by any means. To town and dear Club St and then home. 

Marlene and Frank came tonight for an hour or two He had a bad headache (daft that. Can one have a 'good' headache?). I do like Marlene. Caught the end of 'For Pete's Sake' - a Streisand comedy.

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Friday August 10, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn Sandy (left) and chum. My first guinea pig, Sandy, was born 20 years ago today. Blimey, what a brain I have. What a memory. O...