After my morning routine, driving from Paxton to Horning to see the Wroxham Builders progress in demolishing the old Heronshaw.
My cold developed further today and the symptoms really became uncomfortable. I still got out with Sam early and walked the girls to the bus stop as the fatherly thing to do.
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Just obedience work for him at the moment as I have not so much time as before. I then decided to reorganise my wardrobe after finding it too stuffed full of old and outdated clothes.
I first hung all of the shirts up on hangers, each in order of colour and type and was surprised at the variety that I had.
Then the jackets and trousers so that, with much discarded, Diana's clothes could fit inside once more instead of having to hang behind the bedroom door and stop that opening properly.
I folded underclothes, short-sleeved shirts etc. onto the shelves and freed up the drawers for socks and handkerchiefs and ended up with everything to hand.
The journey to Horning went without incident and I stopped at my favourite roadside kiosk for a tea and cake on the way and had a chat to the proprietor.
I was anxious to get to Heronshaw to see how Wroxham Builders were undertaking the demolition and so only stopped briefly in Wroxham on the way for some shopping.
The workmen had stripped out the inner lining and were half way through removing the outer case of asbestos and disposing of it in a skip brought on site for that purpose.
The exposed stud work frame seemed to be quite sound and without much woodworm which reawakened futile thoughts in my mind of trying to jack it up and underpin it with new foundations.
After taking Sam for a walk up the dyke road, I used the opportunity to clear out much of the former contents of Heronshaw from the garage into the skip whilst I had the chance. A tea of prawn and cockle salad and then a quieter evening settling in.
The bath was welcome. I had called Wiggly earlier in the day for a quick chat and then expected her to telephone me after her evening rehearsal but we had misunderstood one another with me waiting in vain.
I left one last message on her answering machine and had just settled down in bed when she came in, found it, and telephoned me after all. I nice affectionate and loving conversation always ends the day nicely.