Moorhouse Inn
Trinity Sunday
Sunshine. At lunchtime we bombed over to Thorpe Lane and found everyone sprawled out on the lawn at Thorpefields. The children were all blond and red. Sam looked so 'wishy washy' in comparison. They all played together in the Wendy house. Dad, red from the sun too, had been converting the lounge into Brighton Pavilion. Dave B is such a good man about the house. We brought Dad with us back to Leeds. Samuel looking very superior sitting with his idol in the back of the car.
Gary worked with Ally. Dad and I stood at the bar chattering. He worries about money. He had Mum insured for £1700 but this will not cover the funeral bills, &c. We will lend him some cash of course. He didn't shed a tear until after 11 when he and I were left alone in the pub. At times he says he cannot go on.
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