Sunday May 12, 1985

Moorhouse Inn

5th Sunday after Easter

Mother's Day, USA & Canada

A terrible fire at Bradford FC yesterday destroyed an old wooden stand and killed 50 people. Many were so badly burned they will never be identified. The whole stand was ablaze within minutes.

The Bradford FC fire tragedy.

We had a full-English breakfast. The ancient, white-haired cleaner Anne had to bash on the doors and windows to get us out of bed at 8:45. Even Samuel had over-slept. He is 16 months old today. 

An afternoon at home today. Scampi for lunch followed by 'Carry On Teacher' (1958). Samuel played merrily on the floor. I think he is going to be a sprinter. I tend to bite my nails when watching the telly which niggles Ally, and today I was soundly beaten with a rolled up copy of the Sunday Telegraph.

You will be startled, and yes reassured to hear that I have renounced alcohol, but only temporarily of course. Recent months have seen an increase in my girth. Looking at photographs of my birthday I spy a bulging tummy and sagging chin. I refuse to go the way of so many other publican types. Dear me, no.

Historical trivia: The Queen Mother was anointed as Queen Consort 48 years ago this day.

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