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A misty, dull and depressing day alone mourning my parents as I went through their belongings and then my passionate release during Parish Business at the Little Paxton Annual Parish Meeting.
I cruelly demolished arguments against traffic calming for Gordon Road by referring to my daughter’s near fatal accident there.
I was rather depressed for much of this day. The weather was misty for most of it compared with news of sunshine in North Norfolk and I would much rather have been there. Out with the dog to see the girls off to school, his walk, the chores in the absence of the gardener and then to my office for the interminable paperwork. Diana had opted to go into Bedford and did not get back until way after lunch - having met Linda and preoccupied herself with other things. I was therefore left to go through Dad's old things in order to progress Mum's affairs and had no company for breaks from it.
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A day trip to pop by Stanton to collect Dad's car and some family things and then back to take Debbie to Norwich for her contact lens appointment and to meet her and Daniel for a Pizza Hut lunch.
On to Horning to store Dad’s car in the Heronshaw garage and back home to Paxton in time for Debbie to meet Della at the school bus stop
We had a lot planned for today and so I arranged to take Della to her friend, Jemma's, house in Great Paxton this morning. First it was an early start and rush to feed Sam and take him out for a walk and then to have some quick breakfast before getting under way. We were clear of the St Neots area and on our way to Norfolk before 8.00pm and, as we were making good time, I decided that we would call by Stanton to collect Dad's car on the way. I got Di to pop over and tell Marie whilst I went in and collected the mail and then got into the garage and started the car. After a little effort (I think that the petrol in the carburettor had evaporated and the mechanical pump had to top it up whilst being cranked), it ran beautifully and, after she had taken it round the block to try it, Diana pronounced it all right for her to drive. We collected my former parents' deck-chairs, windbreak, some tools and other odds and ends and then set off again for Norwich.
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To Neots and Bedford to start the paperwork for administrating my late Mother’s estate. Starting the difficult job of realising the agreed sale price of my late parents' mobile home. Also helping my gardener after his car was stolen and the steering column lock levered off
Sam was much better behaved today, but I was watching him like a hawk and trying hard to train him to the stop whistle. Another depressing day and the weather did not help - even more windy this time and just as cold as yesterday. I found time to talk to the gardener and discovered the poor chap had his car stolen in Bedford. The driver’s window had been smashed, the steering column lock levered off and, because the car was technically immobile, the police had used a recovery service to take the car to Elstow Storage Depot. I completed some more paperwork and then took him over to Bedford, but we could not collect it and he was left without a car.
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On a cold, dull and windy day, an unfortunate misunderstanding and row with Diana after which we reconciled with lunch at Brackenbury’s and tended Mum's grave where I repaired its display. Diana and I started to look through Mum's photograph collection today and found it fascinating.
A poor night and then not a very good day. I had gone to bed with Diana at 8.30pm as she wanted an early night - only to find her feigning sleep instead of taking an interest in me. I tried to sleep but had to give up and get up again. Then the morning started by being a bit late with the dog so that I was not able to accompany the girls to the bus stop. Then Sam ran off with another dog whose owner just strode away hoping that if he went far and fast enough, Sam would get worried and come back to me. Of course, he did not and, having nearly completed my walk of the gravel pits, I had to go off again to help recover him.
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