Moorhouse Inn
Di Wales is 24. The worst June weather since the turn of the century, they're saying. It's bound to be a scorcher next week when Lynn goes to Tenby. She always has it tropical. Lynn phoned to say that Janette is in the Clarendon Wing after some twinges over the weekend. We went with Samuel to visit our would-be-sister-in-law . She looked perfectly well to me, but is awaiting a scan and is under the famous consultant, Mr Glass. Ally went back to see her at 7 and met John there. He only found out at 6:30 when a neighbour went over and reported that Janette had been carried off in an ambulance. He had been working on his kitchen. They drove back to the Moorhouse at 8, and John came in for 'one' drink and stayed until 2am in the tap room. Ally played pool. We had a good chat. John is squeamish about being present for the birth of his next child. I strongly suggested he must be there, and he chewed it over. Ally says I should not try and persuade him and that the decision must be his. It's a highly personal decision. Glynnie phoned at a late hour. The Hollywood is doing a roaring trade. It's the first time I have spoken to him since I phoned him about Mum.
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