Moorhouse Inn
Our fourth wedding anniversary. Shock, horror. We exchanged cards in bed. No personal presents were swapped because the plethora of pine and the tv set is going to be our gift to each other. We live in grand surroundings now. Ally wants Laura Ashley festoon blinds hanging in the bedroom, but they'll cost £150 and the things will not transfer from the Moorhouse if and when we leave. Sceptical. Messed around until late. We went to Guiseley at 12 via a florist where we bought Sue a spray. At Thorpe Lane we found them tucking in to lunch. Poor Sue has heavy eyes and looks washed out. She only escaped from hospital at 10am. Lynn and her bronzed infants appeared and we went out into the garden and Grandpa Rhodes provided wheelbarrow rides for a wild, hysterical bunch of children. A make-shift tea party on the lawn followed. Goose pimples galore. Home to the pub exhausted at 8 after a couple of hours at Lynn's.
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