After tussling with the Mill Lane roadworks, a poor but jovial Christmas Lunch with Di's parents and playing my ‘nail through the finger’ joke on all and sundry. Then satisfying evening with Wiggly taking her measurements for the record.
The weather continues exceedingly mild and, though it is dull and dreary with little daylight at this time of year, at least my dog walks are comfortable.
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My customary routine, getting out and along to the bus stop with the girls but, as usual on a Monday, they were slow to get going and we only just got to the bus stop in time.
On via Gordon Road and Mill Lane and pleased to see how Sam disregards the traffic which now almost blocks Mill Lane with the bridge roadworks. I must make representations to the workers about blocking the footpath to Windmill Cottage as they are making a right mess.
Once back, I went to the inner garage and plucked and prepared my brace of pheasants and then helped Bill to take a trailer full of rubbish down to St Neots Tip.
The twit did not understand the workings of the trailer brake and kept leaving it on and this, combined with the prominent drain cover outside my plot double gates, meant I had trouble in getting across the grass verges and then marked them with ruts.
Soon time to get changed and accompany Diana on a trip with her parents to Brampton Garden Centre for a Christmas Lunch.
We were well-received, and the service was good to the point of over fussy anxiety but the meal was overcooked with the vegetables mushy and this, together with their lack of cooperation on changing the day, meant that I decided that we would not go there again but go instead to a proper restaurant.
Back home and out with Sam so that before I knew it, the day had gone by. I spent some time with Della, before and after tea, teaching her to play chess by beating her several times with Fool's Mate her primary downfall! I also played a rotten trick on the family as I used the "Nail through the Finger Trick" and fooled Della who cried!
Then changed and off out with Nigel my destination for the evening but, of course, over to see Wiggly again. She had been glum on the telephone earlier and so I played my joke on her as well and got a terrific reaction.
I really hammed it up with a finger stool over cotton wool soaked in tomato ketchup and let her keep asking me what was wrong as I kept replying "You do not want to know!". She asked "Have you still got a finger".
I replied "Yes, its not quite as bad as that but I may have to go to the casualty department later if I cannot get it out" and then took off the "dressings" and tried to push out the pointed end and to pull on the head with my teeth.
She collapsed into hysterics and laughter as I immediately took it off so that she was not unduly alarmed. A couple for glasses of port together as she told me of the problems of her day.
It seems that her boss Charles is putting her under pressure to write up her methodology for the American project within a day or so at the same time as she is supposed to be script writing for her company medieval banquet outing.
During the coach journey there, she and another girl were going to pretend to be air hostesses and go through a safety drill in the aisles! Once I cheered her up, she came over to see me on the couch and we went through the most complicated diary planning exercise to see what we could do together for the next month.
This involved evenings, days and even a holiday together which is ambitious but there are also periods of enforced separation which we need to make up for. Then upstairs as I wanted to measure her statistics and, of course, this invariably lead to a nice bout of mutually-satisfying sex.
Wiggly measures in at 40-31-43 and is 6ft 1/2in tall and weighs around 12st 10lbs in clothes; all of which sounds much bigger than the average girl but she is in proportion and this makes her very shapely and beddable.
In detail, her chest is 321/2-33ins below her breasts and 40ins over her nipples; her waist is 311/2, and her hips 43ins. I had to leave her around 10.45pm but at her instigation and then drove home to watch Newsnight and then get to bed at 11.45pm.