Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ
A restless night. Samuel, restless too, came in with us. I do not think he is 100 per cent. A slight cough. I cleaned the beer lines and got everything ready for a visit from LG, but he didn't appear. I am entirely innocent. I think I will have some T-shirts made with an appropriate slogan.
Miss Collis is 33. I sent a card. She sent me one. She hasn't been here since Oct '84.
We were visited at 8pm by the police. Just a routine visit. Lynn phoned to see how I was. She had visited the grave and has been depressed all week. Later I phoned Dad just to say 'hello'.
Poor Samuel is 'off colour'. He was sucking his thumb and required a cuddling. Such a sweet child. He plays very well on his own and is currently obsessed with his toy cars which he lines us ip traffic jams on the top of various items of furniture. Buckets too. Last night he sat in the bath with a bucket and a cloth diligently washing the tub. He was violently sick and bedtime and so was disturbed for the remainder of the evening. Crying that he was thirsty. Later, we tucked up in bed together.
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