Struggling with Wiggly in the aftermath of her boozy evening and walking Sam along the sawdust roiad before driving from Norfolk to Paxton via Barton Mills and Hail Weston on Nigel's birthday.
Daimon Hill and the Williams team outsmarted Michael Schumacker and the Benneton team to win a rain-soaked Japanese Grand Prix.
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I was first awoken by Wiggly pulling off my covers, running her finger nails down my back and stroking my silk shorts and I thought that she had not realised she was doing it but later found out she may have been annoyed with me for sleeping and not attending to her.
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It was Sam that got me up in preference to me staying in bed and he has a better way of getting the attention.
First, I showered, shaved and washed my hair and then took him out for a walk along the Crabbet’s Marsh sawdust road. I passed Arthur Edmunds walking his old golden retriever bitch and a new puppy that could have been a cocker spaniel.
Back to prepare breakfast and tidy the place up, packing ready to start off back whilst Wiggly slowly got up and ready. I was a little annoyed with her for this but made allowances and, when she was ready to go, I took her briefly to Wroxham Barns to get cards and have a look around.
The journey back and a stop at Barton Mills to run Sam and take refreshment and then back. I had fallen out with Wiggly a bit on the journey who was again in another mood but, once I had abandoned my plans to go to Harlow for dog training, she soon cheered up and we took the chance of a spare hour to have another mutually satisfying bout of sex.
She wore the cropped top, stockings and suspenders and nothing else and I the silk boxer shorts. News from her answering machine was of the police finding some of her car documentation and of them arresting a man in consequence in relation to her car theft.
A walk for Sam at the Coneygear and then I left Wiggly to get off to her week's residential management course in Sheffield and then I dropped into see Nigel on his birthday before coming home.
I had bought him a card and the "1995 Good Food Guide" which he appreciated, and he showed me his new 10-bore "goose" gun which has a magazine and sights just like a rifle but with a smooth bore.
A chat and some tea with him, hearing of his latest girlfriends and then the drive back to The Hayling View. Not a very good reception for me as Diana had just relaxed after the lunch time washing up (with the dishwasher broken) and so I took the chance to unpack carefully.
A little sport on TV whilst Diana made tea for us to have in the lounge and then, whilst the family watched inane programmes on satellite TV, I retired to my office to write up these last few days' journal as my end to the day.
I did not see the motor racing today but evidently Daimon Hill and the Williams team outsmarted Michael Schumacker and the Benneton team to win a rain-soaked Japanese Grand Prix.
By taking one less pit stop for tyre changes and lasting the distance, he won the race and advances back to within one point in the championship table with just the Australian Grand Prix to go.
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