Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ
Stocktake. Mr. Crump came. What a Dickensian name, eh? Very sensible. He gave us a £58 surplus. I planned this eventuality. Dad is slowly driving us insane. It was planned that he would come here tomorrow so enabling us to go minus children to the Pig & Whistle again, but he has taken in some dreadful walkers at Waltergarth, and has now asked to be excused. He is going to come late tomorrow so that we can go to Drighlington and inspect the Valley Inn which LG has mentioned. I do have the impression that father's nearest and dearest are fading in his affections somewhat. He doesn't seem to find any pleasure in the fact that we may be venturing forth on life's pot-holed highway.
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