Moorhouse Inn
Sunshine again. Samuel has been cutting some back teeth and is ill tempered and violent. His little red face contorted with rage. I soothed him rubbing whisky on his hard gums, and he was more pleasant afterwards. They must go through such agony. I took him out in his pushchair at 10. I withdrew £50 from the bank to buy various things for the pub lunches.
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Stocktake. Someone answering to the name Crump came late at 10:45 without our (illegible) and went away at 12 promising to phone us with our stock result this afternoon. He did so. We have a £21 surplus which is good after the £60 deficit incurred by the silly jogging relief (manager).
At 3:30 we walked up to the local sports centre and took Samuel for his first dip in a swimming pool. He took to the water really well and kicked his tiny legs, but didn't enjoy getting a mouthful of water. A squalid pool really. Dirty and sweaty with open changing rooms. I flash my private little pieces for no one.
Back at 5 for fish pie. Dad phoned me. Mum is going into Airedale Hospital (Ward 19 again) on Friday. He didn't know how long they might keep her in. We must go to see her tomorrow.
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