Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ
Full Moon
My phone call to Horton today was distressing. Poor Dad was so distant and vague and uncaring. He seemed totally disinterested. He must be so depressed.
We have re-started the pool knock-out competitions. Nothing spectacular. Clive won.
The video player is coming tomorrow. Yippee. After all the years of waiting.
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