Thursday November 7, 1985

 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. 

Buried in the Court Circular it was announced that the Queen invested the Duke of Kent as a Knight of the Garter yesterday after returning from the State Opening (of Parliament). How nice. He comes in as an extra royal knight. Fancy me being able to go on about an ancient order of chivalry when I'm about to be toppled for allegedly diluting Sam Smiths OBB? Life must go on. 

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.