Moorhouse Inn, Leeds
Full Moon
Ally cleaned furiously because Lynn has promised to come here today and she cannot be expected to be subjected to the sight of our porridge-spattered lounge. Samuel is very much into modern art. His favourite medium is breakfast cereal which he arranges beautifully on carpets and soft furnishings. I began the day with a bad head, but don't know why. Decorators came to size up the place. Honeysuckle ceilings and rose-red walls, &c. Anything will be better than the present miserable grime. Ally took Samuel to the shops and he came back with hair all wild like Ken Dodd. Lynn and Dave arrived at 3:10 as the pub closed. The bustled in after spending the afternoon in a furniture warehouse. Lynn hasn't been here since July 22. David played with our malfunctioning Christmas lights and he took me to Morrison's to buy cables to extend our illuminations. _____________. They stayed to tea and left at 6, vaguely saying they will come for a night in January. Lynn told Ally that she doesn't ask Mum anything about her illness because it is too upsetting. Lynn buries her head in the sand. Dead evening. Bernie (McCarron) was pissed.
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