Moorhouse Inn
Sun. To Rawdon and the dentist (S. McGurk!) who went on again about my chipped front tooth. He says it will cost £120 to have it crowned, but it would mean me wearing a brace for a few months. Ally was furious. She likes my cracked tooth. After all, she married me that way. Besides, no way can I afford £120 to further beautify my already Adonis features. That is the end of it. Called in at a shop called Paris in Rawdon where Ally bought some turquoise pants and baggy t-shirt. Very trendy. I am going back there tomorrow to buy a shirt and trousers for Sam Smith's 'Family Day' next Tues. Numb face. Had a Glenmorangie to help kill the pain. Gary called in for his wages. Ally wore her 'Paris' creation which attracted some admiring comments. Busy. Margaret Milne worked. She was grumpy about my stopping the cash tips.
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