Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ
5th Sunday in Lent
British Summer Time begins
This volume declares that BST begins today when in fact it doesn't. That is coming on Easter Day, according to the radio. Wet and dismal. We went out after breakfast to Hilda's where we found her pale and encased in bandages after falling down the stairs and twisting her ankle. Tony and Hayley were in the garden and Thomas John in his pram. We had a coffee and a grovel to ask H to have Samuel on Tuesday so that we can go to the Cawood stag do at Beau Brummels. Later we went to Susan's where Samuel went wild with his raucous cousins. He is sometimes cruel with little Benjamin. Sue says that another son will be Joseph Lawrence. Excellent. Peter laughed. The sink we made enquiries about costs £175. No thanks. We will make do with the shells and dolphins and spend £17. We had a tea party and came back to the pub at 7. I am totally knackered. Spent time making the books balance, and then for relief I took to my genealogical table of Andrew & Fergie. That other romance here between Chris Mawson and Vicky Pearson is thankfully off due to family pressure, he says.
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