Moorhouse Inn
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The Waleses with the Pope. |
Our bloody phone is on the blink and I spent the afternoon going around the streets trying to find a working public appliance. Futile. Eventually, I phoned the hospital from Audrey's and left a message with the sister on ward 19 that I was 'cut off' in Leeds but thinking of Mum all the same. She looked so very poorly yesterday. Auntie Hilda is very concerned about Dad. What will become of him? He has always relied on Mum for everything, and to imagine him coping without her is impossible. They are such a loving, devoted couple.
The Waleses have had an audience of the Pope. I saw it on the telly. Diana in black, and draped in veils, &c. There is a rumpus over the Queen supposedly halting plans for the couple to celebrate Mass in (Pope) John Paul's private chapel in the Vatican, and then for them to take breakfast with him. It just isn't the done thing. The princess is still demure.
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