Taking Sam a short walk for a short on St Neots Common before the early morning trip with Wiggly to the clinic at Addenbrookes where her condition was confirmed, and I was checked out fine but needed to be cautious.
Later on, I took Diana to the cinema in Peterborough where we saw the film "Sirens.
After leaving the cinema. I spotted an elderly lady hurrying along the verge of the dual carriageway (which they call parkways in Peterborough. She had become confused, and I took her home.
I had to wake very early this morning as I had planned to go with Wiggly for a joint appointment.
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I prepared as best as I could and stopped for a little while on St Neots Common to give Sam a short walk before getting to 5 Park View Court and collecting her just after 8.00am. The drive to Cambridge together was not too bad and we had run Sam in the out-patient's car park and were in the cafeteria in time for a drink before our appointment.
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Afterwards, I collected as much information as I could and then met up with Wiggly in the clinic garden. We took the car and Sam off to the banks of the Cam where there was a nice cafe and riverside seats. Sam had his overdue drink of water and us an ice cream and cup of tea whilst we traded notes and information.
Wiggly was good at first but then became depressed and wept as it was nearly time for us to part. She seemed to have so many problems with her job, her infection, her new home, her car, her Mum and me etc. I tried to cheer her up and then drove her to the Coneygear so that she could walk across the park and home.
This unusual absence was with the alibi arranged to take Sam for an early training run in Molesworth. Diana was out shopping in Bedford and St Neots with the girls this morning and I arrived back in time to have the scheduled late lunch. Just about all of Debbie's purchases and arrangements have been made for her school French Trip to a place near Angers in the Loire Valley.
This evening, I took Diana to the cinema in Peterborough where we saw the film "Sirens" all about the sexual awakening of a young vicar's wife during a visit to an artist's camp in the Australian mountains set in the 1930's. There was much nudity and sensuous sensuality in the film, and I did not think that Di would like it, but she lapped it up and methinks that she has undergone such an awakening herself in the last couple of years. Surprisingly, poor Diana had wanted to see "True Lies" but, of course, I had seen it already, but we probably enjoyed this film together even more.
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An unusual experience on our way home, soon after leaving the cinema. I spotted an elderly lady hurrying along the verge of the dual carriageway (which they call parkways in Peterborough). She had to be in trouble because there was no footpath, and she was in danger from passing cars and all else.
It took me a full ten minutes to drive along and around to pass her again, by which time she was coming back the other way. We stopped and insisted that she come aboard to let us take her home. It transpired that she was from the far north of this spread-eagled city, some hours walking distance from home.
She had set off on a pleasant walk by the river in the sunshine earlier in the day but had become lost and increasingly disoriented so that she was now in shock with everything a blur. Though a native of Peterborough since childhood and priding herself on knowing the city, the concrete jungle of motorways, overpasses and development had beaten her, and God only knows what would have happened had I not stopped when thousands of others must already have driven straight by.
I first thought that she was wandering because of Senile Dementia but, having got her to calm down and given her a talking to, I think that she was mostly just overpowered by the monster of development that Peterborough has turned into. Modern town planners and developers have worshipped the motor car and put human priorities too far behind and this is the outcome. At least in the rural countryside of Norfolk and Caithness, we still have sanity and social cohesiveness. Home late and, still tired, again to bed early.