A long, mild day enabled us to use our bikes to visit Diana’s parents in Cambridge after which we call him to see Dad in Addenbrookes where there was no further news for him. I therefore telephoned mum and Freda before collecting Debbie from Kimbolton and taking her horse-riding, buying her a saddle cover in the process. Working on museum matters this evening but not getting the cooperation I needed from colleagues.
The Tory conference was marred by the collapse of share prices and the pound sterling and the Tory Daily Mail paper called for Chancellor Lawson’s head on a platter.
This was a long day which started with the feeding of the fish and animals and then continued with breakfast and a trip to Cambridge. The weather was quite mild and warm which was nice as we used our bikes when visiting there. Di and I met her parents for a long chat over coffee and it was good to see them so well. We then had lunch at the Copper Kettle, which has returned to its former role, despite its refurbishment and one-time involvement as a ‘pizza parlour’.
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Then I called Addenbrookes and got permission for Diana and me to visit Dad earlier than the normal visiting hours so that we could see him before we left Cambridge. He was a bit quiet, but much the same and there was no further news of a visit from the doctor. Once home, I broke routine and telephoned my Mum with the news and asked her to call Frida as there was now medical developments for her to interpret. Being free this afternoon, I was able to go and collect Debbie from Kimbolton and take her horse riding, but I ran into trouble carrying a new saddle and tack and unfortunately scuffed it. I was so moved, that I immediately stopped at the Kimbolton Saddlery to get a saddle cover which I should have been persuaded to have in the first place. Once I had settled Debbie in her saddle at Offord, I came home, giving Fiona’s cousin a lift to Buckden on the way.
I spent some time this evening writing and drafting a leaflet for the museum and then I was infuriated that I could not find my colleague’s address in Priory Road, St Neots, despite searching for half an hour and knocking up 4-5 householders. In the end, my contact came out to find me. His wife had kept the phone engaged so that I could not use the phone box to contact them! To make matters worse, he had not completed his action items. I was home late, and Diana had already gone to bed and so I had to get my own bedtime drink and I wrote my journal and listen to the news which was quite extraordinary today.
The opening of the Tory conference was marred by the collapse of share prices and the pound sterling as sentiment in the markets decided that the interest hike was insufficient to protect the pound. Michael Hazeltine was sniping with charm from the side-lines and the Tory Daily Mail paper called for Chancellor Lawson’s head on a platter.