Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ
We were rudely awakened at dawn by Samuel who went on the rampage and burst into Graham and Gill's rom waking Simon, whose cry sounded like one of Churchill's speeches. We had a chaotic breakfast and then went into town where Gill took a shirt back to Next. She has tried to do this in every other Next in GB. We went to Vallance's to moan about our video recorder, and while we were out they sent someone to the pub to fix it. Silly. We looked at Jane's antique pine shop on Burley Rd and we returned at 12 to find workmen crawling all over the place replacing the cooling system. Busy with lunches too, and the place was bouncing with activity. The Dixons left at 1:40 looking genuinely relaxed. I think the weekend has been a success. Gill was particularly in need of a break. Samuel delights in toddler company.
The poor Queen has had a rough ride on her current tour of the antipodes. Eggs were thrown at HM in New Zealand , and it was the first time that the Queen has been struck by a missile in the 34 years of her reign. People flashed bare bottoms and tits too. Despite all this tomfoolery the Queen always appears more relaxed on her walk-abouts in the Dominions.
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