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Monday December 10, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn

Mum saw the Mr Hall, the surgeon, at Keighley at 10am and phoned later to say that she has to go into Airedale (hospital) for tests on Wednesday and may be in for a week or so. She is going to the private clinic at Airedale. They have been in BUPA or something similar since Dad was a PC. Poor Mum will have to be very brave. She will be fifty next month and has never spent a night in a hospital bed. We were all born on home ground, and her visits to hospitals have been as a visitor only. Don't want to write any more. I do worry about poor Mum. I love her deeply.

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