Sunday February 24, 1985

 Moorhouse Inn

1st Sunday in Lent

Auntie Annie.

Sunshine. We went to Colne at lunchtime to see Auntie Annie, Uncle Bert, Auntie Joan and Uncle Jim. It was a pleasant drive to Colne. We left poor Mum propped up in her bed with bright yellow eyes. She now eats like a little mouse.

Poor Annie. I feel so sorry for her. Uncle Bert just sits like a cabbage. Whilst we were sipping tea she received an anonymous phone call from a heavy breather. Annie says she's been having calls of a similar nature from the same guy for over two years.  I took up the phone and her tormentor disappeared rapido on hearing my strong, masculine tones. We told auntie to go to the police, but of course she won't.

At Auntie Joan's we found her dwelling over the Sunday papers minus her dentures._______. We were ushered into the large, cold 'best' room. ______. We came home for tea. John, Janette, JPH and Catherine were with Mum and Dad. I promptly fell to sleep in an armchair which amused Catherine. They left soon after. A good dinner, &c.

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