Moorhouse Inn
Morning off. After breakfast we drove to Horton, calling at Settle. We walked around, Samuel toddling along in his red dungarees. To Horton for 12. Poor Mum looked shocking and wanted to sleep and so we had a miserable lunch of bread and cheese with Dad conducting all the conversation at a whisper despite the fact that Jimmy Young was blaring away on the radio, and Mum was yards away in bed. He became quite tearful but we didn't allow the conversation to become too sombre. I found Mum crying in bed. She's been shouting for Dad but Jimmy Young drowned her out. I helped her to sit up and gave her a drink and Paracetamol tablets. She is a bag of bones. So pathetic and sad. I suggested she might have a commode, but she was repulsed by the idea ... "a commode and I'm only 50". So fucking cruel. Lynn and David appeared from Airedale (Hospital) where David had been X-rayed . He is having trouble with red urine. All hush hush. Lynn seemed peeved and was in a glum mood. Home for 5pm. Samuel eating potato crisps in the car. He is such a good little boy. The Moorhouse wasn't unduly seething (sic).
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