Moorhouse Inn
Hilda phoned. We went to Pudsey and had a sandwich with Rob (at the Butcher's). We went by bus (Samuel's first taste of public transport. The car is away until tomorrow morning), and we walked from the Butcher's Arms to St James's Crescent. Sam enjoyed his afternoon. Coffee at Wilsby. Jill was with Hilda looking close to confinement. Sam played in the garden there. So many generations have played on that sloping lawn. Back for 5:30. Janette phoned. She came out of hospital on Monday. We are the last to know.
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