Another hopeless attempt at pigeon shooting, and time listening to the Budget Day speech and to the Bedford Arms for dinner with Wiggly today, ending up in her flat
I had hoped to get straight over to Mill Meadow this morning but it was foggy before I went to bed and foggier still when I woke up.
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At least Diana got my message and let me sleep in until the normal time. The normal routine, therefore, accompanying the girls to the bus stop without incident.
I then settled down to do some work at my desk and got so far until I noticed that the fog had suddenly cleared which prompted me to rush over anyway.
I should not have bothered for such pigeons as were in the vicinity soon scattered and they remained nervous of this new straw bale hide in the middle of the rape.
Diana had gone to Cambridge as usual for a Tuesday and I had to fend for myself for lunch so lunch with Nigel was the excuse for the order of the day.
In fact, I drove over to collect Wiggly from work and took her on first to The Bedford Arms in the nearby village of Souldrop and then on to a nearby lane where we stopped, cuddled and chatted a while.
Whereas once we could get by on meeting each other once a week, now every other day does not seem enough, but I got Wiggly to agree that this is the best I can reasonably manage without jeopardising my family interests.
A lot of arrangements for the next few days before it was time for me to drop her off and make my way home. Once back, I took Sam over with me to the hide and made him lay down there as I took the occasional shot but nothing was hit as I was not in range of anything.
I packed up at dark and motored home for tea in the boat. A rest from my exertions in the lounge and watched the end of a long Budget Speech in the House of Commons by the chancellor who took a long time and, in much detail, to say very little and make even less impact on the economy.
There were already plans to put up VAT on domestic fuel from 8% to 15% and, whilst he announced a number of ameliorating measures, everybody would still be worse off next April. Of course, the plan is to depress things and then give out tax cut bribes in the run up to the next election.
Debbie and Daniel then served the tea that Diana had prepared earlier and the rest of us sat down to it as she was away to her Yoga, having been to Keep Fit in the afternoon.
A little paperwork and my journal after tea and then it was time for Sam's obedience lesson in Bury. In fact, I had decided to give this lesson a miss and spent the evening with Wiggly in her pad instead as I was on a promise of some passion with her dressing up in nice lingerie and who would resist such a feast?
I enjoyed myself as usual but she lost patience with my efforts to satisfy her. I know that she gets really desperate for an orgasm but I am sure I could do more for her if only she would relax and not try too hard.
Home by 9.30pm when I joined the family in the lounge who had stayed up late to watch the first reel of Jane Ayre on the video machine.