"We could pay. But what if we could not?" Boxing Day in the Blitz
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Today we all transferred to the Hanging Gate Hotel across the moors on the Huddersfield Road to a village called Diggle. The landlord, appropriately named Mr. Moorhouse, was a big, fat individual, bald, with a lady I thought was his mother but was his wife. He said he was willing to take in any evacuees and homeless people from Manchester as long as they could pay, and the blitz was good for business and laughed his head off at his ‘joke’. He seemed quite unconcerned.
"We could pay. But what if we could not?" Boxing Day in the Blitz
"We could pay. But what if we could not…
"We could pay. But what if we could not?" Boxing Day in the Blitz
Today we all transferred to the Hanging Gate Hotel across the moors on the Huddersfield Road to a village called Diggle. The landlord, appropriately named Mr. Moorhouse, was a big, fat individual, bald, with a lady I thought was his mother but was his wife. He said he was willing to take in any evacuees and homeless people from Manchester as long as they could pay, and the blitz was good for business and laughed his head off at his ‘joke’. He seemed quite unconcerned.