Collected my Rolls Royce from The Chelsea Workshop today
Collected my Rolls Royce from The Chelsea Workshop today

An early morning train journey to London to collect my Rolls Royce after lunch with my family at the playschool ploughman’s lunch event at the village hall and then an evening visit to Frank Hall who made me drunk and sick with whiskey until late in the night! The news today was of sharp losses on Wall Street, as another share slump seems to be in prospect.

Slept well enough and started the day on time. After breakfast, I worked in my office, tidying my desk and finishing the display boards and then I started progressing a few matters by telephone. My replacement photocopier cartridge has been delayed due to Canon’s maladministration again, but some other things were progressed. I started thinking in terms of rushing to London to collect the Rolls Royce this morning, but Peter Eaton was out at the Chelsea Workshop. Had my lunch and then decided to go anyway, dropping off at The Birches to see Paul Seale on the way to pick up information on Little Paxton history and spread the word. Then Di took me to the St Neots railway station and I caught the train to London, reading the Cambridge County Structure plan on the journey!

Across London by tube, but annoyingly forgot to collect any cash for an incidental transaction with the Chelsea Workshop. I had to walk to the nearest branch for some. Then collected Renet the Rolls and was very impressed with it. Pity about the traffic leaving London, which was solid. I also needed some petrol, as the tank was running dry. Took until 7.00pm to get home. The car drives reasonably, but seems to have steering problems and the engine smokes a little due to its 100,000 miles. The mechanical failure guarantee should put things reasonably right. The MOT and tax are soon running out as well and so I must act as soon as possible there. The appearance of the car is terrific and I really look the part. This evening, after tea, I had to go and see Frank Hall to give him some of his own photographs back and a copy of the village buildings history to correct and comment on. The old chap kept me there until well after midnight, drinking whisky, until I was drunk and quite ill. I staggered home, but was then very dizzy and sick and it was after 2.00am before I was well enough to go to bed. At lunch today, I joined Diana and the girls and went to the playschool ploughman’s lunch event at the village hall. I met several of the ladies who would seem to be very interested in my village history and council candidature. The news today was of sharp losses on Wall Street, as another share slump seems to be in prospect.