From London to Paxton after witnessing congestion from the tunnelling fiasco was causing problems with an office block now in danger of collapsing.
A call also to Wiggly, sorting out a date for Monday night, only to find her depressed again after a poor weekend visit of her brother with whom she argued.
British Summer Time ended and the clocks were put back from 2.00am to 1.00am in the middle of the night; giving us another hour's sleep and lay in.
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I wondered whether this will be the last time that our daylight-saving time would prevail in this form as there are moves for harmonisation within Europe. We all lay in until quite late and I was the last of the three up, Diana and Della using the bathroom first.
Down to have another leisurely and full breakfast at the dining room buffet whilst reading The Sunday Times. This was full of the latest revelations from The Prince of Wales's biography in which he bares his soul to the world. It makes for embarrassing and pitiful entertainment for those sadistic enough to stomach his self-destruction.
Then we had to get packed up to leave and drive back to Paxton. Again, the road was clear in our direction but congested in the reverse way and so we have been lucky to have been going against the flow all weekend. Still the tunnelling fiasco was causing problems with an office block now in danger of collapse.
Certain of us were still full after that breakfast, and I had enough of driving and eating out, and so it was difficult deciding what to do for lunch. In the end, Diana made Daniel and Della some toasted cheese sandwiches and the rest of us waited until tea. At first, I updated my journal for these couple of days away and then took Sam for a walk to see how he was.
He seemed both excited and yet tired so I did not do too much training with him, but merely walked him around and concentrated on his obedience and handling. The weather had become quite sunny and dry again after yesterday's rain and this made the walk quite enjoyable.
The rest of daylight hours spent inside watching two of the English Premier giants, Blackburn and Manchester United, slugging it out in a televised match. This was evenly contested until a harsh refereeing decision gave a penalty against Blackburn and sent the offending player off at the same time to end their chances.
Sam fed and to bed and then the rest of the evening making my telephone arrangements for the week and archiving my journal; an increasingly onerous (not to say risky) task now that I do such detailed monthly summaries.
I spoke to Martin Sullivan and arranged some dog training together for Tuesday and then Nigel to see how he was getting on after the traumas of the other day. He had his latest flame, Julie, there and was cooking for her. I chatted to her direct and found out that she used to be an SDP sympathiser and knew Brian Witt and Jeanie Dozell of Systems Support of Cambridge as having done some PR for their business.
A call also to Wiggly, sorting out a date for Monday night, only to find her depressed again after a poor weekend visit of her brother with whom she argued. I could only speak to her for a while and not then in terms too exuberant because of the situation and so failed to cheer her up.
Anyway, I get fed up with her being so miserable and have better things to do that get depressed with her.