Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ
Dad came here at lunchtime looking quite chirpy, but wearing such drab clothes. Mum would have called them his 'playing out' clothes and she wouldn't have been happy to see him visiting us wearing such apparel. Upstairs when just about to go down who should walk in but Marlene and Frank. They haven't been for ages. They are taking Mabel up to Horton for a few days on Wednesday. I do hope it won't be all doom and gloom and Biblical. The dear Harwoods left at 2 and we splashed in the bath and clad ourselves in posh gear and went to Bramley - the Raynville Hotel - for our quarterly slap on the wrists and kick in the shins from L. Gledhill . We went after Samuel's tea at 5:30.
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