To Addenbrookes Clinic with Diana who got a clean bill of health and then lunch together before on to Bedford cinema with Diana to see the tear-jerking film, "Forest Gump", which we both enjoyed then a tired evening of libido failure with Wiggly.
As the Tories gather in Bournemouth, the row deepens over Margaret Thatcher's son, Mark, who made his fortune from arms dealing commissions whilst his mother was in office.
This morning became an endeavour to reassure Diana that she had not got any genital infections after my examinations of her yesterday.
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I had got up late (because of my cold and not wanting to go out early in the fog) and was down to breakfast with the others and taking it easily thereafter when, it being after 9.00am, I invited Diana into my office and made the call to Clinic 1a at Addenbrookes.
I gave them my file number and asked for an appointment for Di and they immediately offered us a time of 10.00am, just fifty minutes later! A mad scramble to give Sam a quick run and then get over to Cambridge but I just managed to get Di there on time.
I dropped her off outside the Outpatients Entrance and went off to park the car and then had to sit outside the female waiting room for nearly an hour and a half before she came out smiling. As I was in the dog house, I was not allowed to go and get a coffee but I did buy and read The Independent during this time.
There was no evidence of Genital Warts and the small growths were natural and non-malignant lumps that child-bearing women can develop and were no cause for concern. We had a coffee and then drove back home via St Neots where I had to treat her to lunch at Brackenbury's before we did some shopping and other chores.
A little time on my weekend's journal and then out with Sam for another run to make up for getting short shrift this morning. The weather was fine and I walked along to Windmill Cottage and surprisingly found the gate unlocked and footpath clear again.
Then to the Bedford Cinema in the later afternoon and there to see the tear-jerking film, "Forest Gump", which we both enjoyed. I had not cried at a film so much in a long time, but this was probably a result of my tiredness as well as the poignancy of the movie.
Another walk for Sam, the third of the day and just a short one and then, after tea, I went out to see Wiggly, using the excuse of going rabbit shooting at Molesworth. I called her on the way and she was pleased to see me, for her plans to collect her new car had been thwarted by it not being ready.
I had planned to be taken out in it for a drink but, instead, we sat and talked a while and then went upstairs. I enjoyed chatting and petting with Wiggly and should have left it at that but, with her libido and wish to try out some new "ribbed' Mates condoms.
I took her up and undressed her; only to find that I was either too tired or run down with my cold, or too tense with worry or something to hold my erection which faltered as I put on the condom. I petted Wiggly and managed to give her a good climax, but still felt embarrassed and inadequate as any man would.
She would be worrying that I am going off her and perhaps I am as she is less of a novelty, dressed scruffily on her evening at home, but I think that I would have overcame all else if she was sexily dressed and made up rather than bare naked and "naturelle".
We shall see how things develop. Back home to bed at the usual time and snuggled down platonically with Diana, whose soft, curly and hairy recesses were unavailable to me but whose warmth and shape made the bed comfortable on another chilly night.
As the Tories gather for their party conference in Bournemouth, the row deepens over Margaret Thatcher's son, Mark, who made his fortune from arms dealing commissions whilst his mother was in office. She promoted his interests and felt justified as the result was a huge arms deal with Saudi Arabia against the competition of the French.
The parents of two small boys dying of burns from a house fire have been arrested and will be charged, It seems that the tale of victimisation and threats against them was false and that they brought about their own fate for some unknown reason.