Moorhouse Inn
Mum goes to hospital. Susan phoned and gave us Mum's private extension phone number and when Ally and I went down at 8 we phoned and found her cheerful and bubbly. Picking up her phone she said: 'Good evening. The Hilton Hotel.' She says she is in a nice little room with a colour TV, and on a quiet ward. This puts our minds at rest. I couldn't stand the thought of her wailing down the phone. She places much confidence in Dr Hall, the consultant. She finds him likeable though I suspect he's quite used to buttering up to middle-aged ladies in hospital beds.
Rob Piper appeared. He had heard that Ally had been violently sick outside the Brown Hare after the works 'do'. We put him straight. Had a few drinks. Taff and Carol were in after their daughter's funeral. What a peculiar little Welshman he is. Afterwards Ally and I sat by the Christmas tree slurping those sticky little drinks one associates with Christmas. Late to bed.
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