Tuesday March 10, 1987

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

Dad came at 2. I was in the cellar and he walked down with a pint of lager. Then upstairs for an hour where Clemmie wept at the sight of her long-lost grandpapa. She is so soft and only ever has a smile for Ally and I. I do not remember Sam being so timid. At 6 Ally and I went to Drighlington. Very impressed by the Valley Inn which has a lot of scope and is "our sort" of place I'm sure. Cosy corners, and cosy open fires, &c. We had four or five drinks before I had the opportunity to approach the tenant who proceeded to go green and splutter obviously unaware that LG had put us onto the scent. We Sam Smith employers are very sensitive people. We can smell rats from great distances. We spotted a couple on Saturday who were obviously Sam Smith recruits sussing us out. It made us uncomfortable. We left Drighlington at 8. Drank with Dad and went to the Chinese take-away.

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Monday March 9, 1987

 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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