Bad news from the Planning Department who wanted Clay Pantiles instead of the Marley tiles we had planned and were preparing slats for. The news about Mum’s leg was another urgent issue and, after shopping for bathroom fittings in Norwich, we rushed over to see Mum and found out that it was a problem and then spoke to Alf about the outstanding loan and agreed it was a genuine problem to be worried about.
I stayed overnight with the girls and then fully intended to do some more wood-staining this morning until the morning post arrived. There was a letter from the planning officers of North Norfolk District Council rejecting my choice of roofing tiles for Harnser and proposing "Norfolk Clay Pantiles" instead. This started me writing a letter of response to try a holding operation as we were already battening the roof with tile spline for Marley tile spacing and had the tiles on order for delivery early in the week. I also called Freda who told me about the accident Mum had and how her leg was swollen and damaged by the impact and had decided that we would drop in and see her on the way home.
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Before this, Di and I had planned to go and take a further look at bathroom fittings in Norwich and, after we had tidied up and packed away the Paxton Princess and Heronshaw, we took off, stopping for refreshment and lunch in Wroxham before continuing. The weather had turned hot and humid and, when we left the girls in the car, they got rather hot and bothered even with the windows open and the car in the shade. We chose our bathroom suite and shower cabinet and then drove off, arriving in Redgrave in late afternoon. We found Mum in a bit of a sorry state but slightly recovered from the shock and pain of her accident. The girls were quite good and spoke to her and gave their "get-well" gifts. We stayed until the evening and Mum perked up a bit and appreciated the company.
I also had a chat to Alf about the business and found that he is worried about the money that I had loaned to them upon a mortgage on the house and it is a genuine problem to be worried about. Onward and home in Paxton just before dark, managing to unload and settle in well. The only problem was an alarming screech and rattle that had developed at the front of the car engine during the journey but there was nothing that I could do until daylight. Not much in the mail except bank statements, bills etc and hardly any messages at all. To bed with Diana for the first time in a long while, overcoming the bright arc light on a neighbouring house that was lighting up the room.