Sunday July 6, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

6th Sunday after Trinity

Auntie Annie is 81 today. (My great-aunt). She phoned this morning to thank me for the birthday card and sounded as robust as ever. Uncle John she says is nervous and cannot go out because he is too frightened to cross the road. I know how he feels. We went out at 12 for an afternoon of peaceful solitude at Club Street, our haven from the insane boozing world where our olives revolve around opening and closing times. Bev phoned tonight to say that she and a friend gave a hitch hiker a lift from the pub into town this afternoon and he proved to be a pervert. He stole a bag of the girls underwear, frilly knickers, &c, whilst leaving other valuables, and is no doubt now wandering around south Leeds clad in Bev's under garments as I write this. Horrific.

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