Sunday January 12, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

1st Sunday after Epiphany

Sam: flaxen haired

Our lovely son is two. Flaxen haired, sweet natured and a God send. He climbed into our bed at 8am to open presents and cards. His face a joy to see. Magic moments. He loved his toy record player and carried it around all day looking like Nigel Lawson on budget day. Dad's card was touching. He gave Sam a fiver. He says it isn't much, but he does have a dozen grandchildren to buy for. We had a 'full-English' and prepared a gaily coloured table for Sam's party. We moved furniture and hid priceless china. Filled vol au vents and inflated balloons. Dad came at 10. I worked 12-2pm with Margaret. Ally brought Sam down to the pub at 2:30 - he was in his new grey velvet suit and bow tie. People came at 2:30. John, Janette, JPH, Catherine, Charlotte Nora, Sue, Pete, Chris, Ben, Lynn, Dave, Thomas, Frances, Katie, Karen, Steve, Hayley, Tim, Jill, Thomas John. A full jolly household. All very well behaved with party games, &c. Lynn is always good at organising things like pass the parcel, &c. We drank much vino and the party disbanded at 6 o'clock or thereabouts, with the exception of Karen, Steve, and Hayley. Downstairs at 7 with Steve for a few pints, and they stayed until after 9. Later, bacon sandwiches with Dad upstairs. A late finish.

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