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Tuesday December 11, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn

We have two Christmas trees. A small rooted one in the downstairs lounge (from Club St) and a large six footer upstairs which took me hours of labouring to erect. Samuel isn't too bothered by it, and is probably too young to appreciate it. The balls are very much a temptation though for him. 

Lunchtimes are dead. All staying home saving for next week's festivities, eh? 

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