Multiple dog training sessions locally and to Bury with some success and then a Cambridge visit to see Diana’s family and time with Wiggly later catching up on a backlog of productive sex in a long love-making session
I awoke and was at once disappointed to find that I was again suffering from the onset of another head cold which I could well do without.
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Still made the effort and got up and through breakfast and running Sam in time to join the girls on their walk to catch the school bus.
I took him along the river past Windmill Cottage and then across the rough field behind Samuel Jones but did not find any pheasants today.
Once back, I got Diana to drive us into Cambridge as I read the morning paper but our journey was much delayed by the roadworks that seem to dog the St Neots By-Pass and Little Paxton Mill Lane at the moment.
Her parents seemed well and her father better from the leg arthritis that kept him from going last week. A little shopping together after during which I bought a new pair of size 12 black shoes and Diana a new pair as well.
Then lunch at the "King's Pantry" vegetarian cafe before home to Paxton. Diana joined her friends for the afternoon as I received a visit from Mr Dyer, the Cambridgeshire Firearms Officer.
He had been told of my letter to David Windser this morning declining to give up my old certificate but was oblivious to what had been going on until then and had just scheduled a visit as the renewal did not include the existing certificate.
He agreed to let me keep this certificate until I received the new one if I let him examine it for Schedule 2 weapon acquisitions/transfers and so a stand-off was thus avoided.
A modest walk for Sam and some time getting him to hold and present a canvas dummy properly as the first stage in making his retrieves more careful.
After tea and helping Debbie even more with her Maths homework, I drove over to Bury to the dog obedience class where Sam was quite obedient in the ring and weekly becomes less worried and aggressive towards other dogs.
I left earlier than the others and stopped off to see Wiggly on the way back. I was half an hour later than intended at 9.30pm and we first drank port and chatted for a while about the problems she has been having at work in the absence of proper supervision or guidance.
Then she joined me on my old swivel chair and, after some nice kissing and cuddling, eventually took me upstairs where, after a more than usual amount of effort and exertion, I had my climax and filled another blue condom.
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