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Up early to do my Heronshaw chores and see how happily Debbie left for Kimbolton’s main school after starting there on Monday. A long task loading the Range Rover with tools and domestic belongings before leaving for Norfolk and arriving at Heronshaw around 11am to face an equally long task unloading everything after buying materials for renovating the old garage.
After meeting Jack Edwards at the Black Swan, who had drilled my extension plates, I worked until late cutting away rotted uprights from the old garage and bolting on new pieces of timber until late reading and writing before settling down at 11pm in my sleeping bag. Today was much cooler than of late, with temperatures of 8 to 10°C overnight, as autumn seemed to be upon us.
I was up quite early this morning and so poor Della was too late when she came to see me in bed. My normal routine before breakfast, tending the doves, fish, plants, flower baskets and filters for the pond and pool. The post came and I read it and then looked out of the window and noted how happily Debbie left for school today. She started at the Kimbolton main school this Monday and goes off to catch the bus each day, stopping outside the Law’s house on the way to wave to them! I had a fair job to do loading up the Range Rover with not only the tools and other things than I needed for the coming working section at Heronshaw, but also a job lot of domestic belongings turned out of The Hailing View to store there. I eventually left at 9am (much later than planned) but still managed to arrive at Heronshaw by about 11am.
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The night started warm and ended up quite chilly, after which I did some chores as Di got Della off to school and we then took the rest of the family to see her parents in Cambridge. This afternoon Lisa Drake and her father came round to discuss Sundance and then I attended a district council meeting. Tonight, I planned a visit to Heronshaw in Horning as the road is to be renovated the following week and I wanted to work on the garage and collect Dad’s trophy.
A convoy of women and children has arrived in Baghdad from Kuwait heading for Jordan but they worry about their fate and leaving their husbands and fathers behind; as Opposition Leader Kinnock tries to keep Thatcher working with the United Nations rather than the USA
It was a different night – first warm and then much cooler towards morning until I ended up feeling quite chilly when I was awoken with my morning tea. I got quickly showered and shaved and then spent an hour before and after breakfast tending my plants and fish before doing some more correspondence. Di got Della off to school this morning, but she was a bit apprehensive about meeting her new teacher, Mrs Cotton. In the end, her friend Naomi took her by the hand, and she made it. I got quite a bit done but then it was time to go to Cambridge. The entire family (apart from Della) was going and, with Daniel soon going off to Norwich, I decided that I should make the most of these opportunities. First there was several deliveries to make around St Neots. There was correspondence for my council colleagues, notifications to the job centre about a gardener, letters to be posted and a package of six books to deliver to Martin McCall of St Neots.
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Enjoying a bath, hair wash after morning tea in bed with the sun slanting in across the bedroom on a day that started warm but was much cooler and ended raining later. The routine of tending the conservatory plants and fish before watering the garden plants and games lawn.
Mum was brought from Stanton by Clive and Kate for a meeting with the monumental mason to agree Dad’s gravestone form and inscriptions after which Di and I resumed work on a backlog of domestic chores and administration.
Arrangements are in place for a convoy of foreigners to leave Kuwait for Baghdad and on to Jordan and the TUC passes a series of resolutions in support of the new Labour Party policies for trade union law
I slept very well last night and awoke to the dual pleasures of my morning tea and. I decided on a bath for once and made my way across to the other side of the house and washed my hair at the same time. I still had a little time before the others were ready for breakfast and so tended the fish and watered the plants in the conservatory and then started to brush the pool when breakfast was ready. I worked outside afterwards but had finished in the garden by about 9am, watering the plants and applying the sprinkler to the games lawn. I had a chance to tackle my postbag and to do some correspondence and then arranged for a monumental mason to come in the afternoon at the same time as my mother would be visiting to discuss Dad’s gravestone.
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Feeling much better as I set the sprinklers to water the garden and tended the swimming pool which was sadly still too full of chlorine residue to be safe for the girls to swim. Di took Debbie to Staughton and then joined me in tending Dad’s grave ahead of Mum’s visit. Daniel went off to work again and the girls cooked some cakes as Di and I sorted out some of the rooms so that they could be used and I was occupied printing out my electronic diary.
The first plane carrying Western hostages back from Iraqi with the US Sen Jesse Jackson and another 20 tornado attack aircraft fly out from Britain as Thatcher scathingly attacks Iraqi leader Hussein as being callous and unfeeling. Gorbachev will first meet Jordan’s King Hussein before Bush this coming week
I woke up feeling much better than yesterday and managed to tend my fish and conservatory plants before breakfast. It was a fine English breakfast that Diana had cooked superbly and was much appreciated by all of us. Daniel was even slower to rise than usual. He had gone on from his evening job to go bowling in Peterborough until the early hours. This morning, I worked a little at my desk and then set out the sprinklers to water the garden and tended the swimming pool. The chemical level that was needed to clear the poor has left residues which are still too strong to allow the children to safely swim yet which is a pity. Diana had taken Debbie to Staughton and, once she had put the lunch on, she joined me for a trip to the cemetery to attend my Dad’s grave.
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