Sunday December 1, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

1st Sunday in Advent

Sam (1985).

Ding Dong Merrily on High, &c. December is here. Oh God what an awful month. I used to laugh when Hilda went on and on in days gone by about all the morbid anniversaries that this month held, but now we have our own, Dec 17, the day last year when Mum went into Airedale. Ally had a poor morning and grew worse as the day went on. No staff at lunch and so she joined me in the bar, and last until 2. Very pale. So weary. So little I can do. I made sausages and mash for lunch. Ally likes stodge. On the TV we watched The Count of Monte Cristo starring Richard Chamberlain and then the poor Prince of Wales going on and on about inner cities. I do hope he isn't doing too much. Samuel missed his footing on the stairs this morning and went for a Burton. Bruised now. He hasn't taken to his advent calendar which features Santa Claus. He kept jabbing Ally's hand saying 'no like, no like', but insisted on looking closely into the red, bearded face (Santa's, not Ally's). Mags and me tonight. Chris Wills called in and stood with Frank Munro. _____.

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