Moorhouse Inn
Whit Sunday
Hot day. Ally played outside with Samuel and then they sat at a table with Werner, and his Diet Pils swilling friends, celebrating a birthday. Later we demolished roast beef for lunch. Samuel slept from 1pm and so missed his lunch. We ate upon our new pine table acquisition.
Margaret worked tonight. Toe hurts. Am I going to be lame?
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