Moorhouse Inn
Toe awful. Ally took me at 9 to see Dr Smith. I queued and then went in and he smiled and said: "How's your Mum?" in answer to which I told him that she had died - "faded away" on May 18. He just said: "Brave lady" and put away his fountain pen and shuffled the papers on his desk, like Jan Leeming does at the end of the Nine O'clock news on the BBC. He gave me anti-biotics which seem to have done the trick immediately. Ally has been very unsympathetic about my toe. She always brushes minor illnesses to one side. On top of everything I have a really snotty nose, heavy head, green slime, &c. Phoned Dad. He is spending the weekend with Lynn papering the lounge ceiling, inhabiting the attic bedroom. Susan did him the world of good at Horton and Peter had him mowing the lawns, &c. I do hope we all are not pushing him too hard. Lynn is eager to parcel up all Mum's things and send them to the Ethiopia appeal. It's far too early. Mum's things should be left alone.
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