Paperwork day as Diana visits Cambridge as Wiggly’s stolen car and illness threatened arrangements with her and Nigel’s date Ann.
An interesting sight opposite in Mill Meadow this morning before a very good training session with Sam, hunting and pointing well and also steadier to a fusillade of blanks and dummies
I had been worried about what was happening to Wiggly when she was not at home when I telephoned to say goodnight at 10.30pm last night and I found out why this morning.
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She had her car stolen whilst out with Ann Rennie and John McGarver in Bedford last night and, after staying overnight with them, she called me at 8.30am for advice as to what to do.
I told her about the procedure for recovering stolen cars in Bedford and suggested that she get a lift into work, arrange to borrow a car tonight for her London business meeting tomorrow, and then call the Police and afterwards the vehicle recovery centres to try to locate it.
Usually (and this is the third incident at least that I have had happen to friends in Bedford) the cars are joy-ridden and then dumped with the Police using recovery services instead of informing the owners. Poor thing; she had just sorted her car out and got it serviced and running properly.
I called her at the office later and found out also that Ann has been ill and is doubtful for this evening and, to cap the misery for Wiggly, she was not chosen for a part in the pantomime! I shall have to comfort her this evening to make up for all this. I washed my hair this morning and had a nice shower and was only just dressed in time for breakfast.
I was very interested to notice an Elysian cruiser moored opposite for the night and, after breakfast when I noticed that the young lady crew was washing and showering, I got out my spying telescope and saw her drying herself and then putting on black panties, bra and then her outer clothes of a shirt, jumper and cut-off jeans shorts.
A nicely stimulating start to the day. Out after with Sam and was pleased to find that somebody had taken the barbed wire off of the top of the fence to the Little Meadow so that I could take Sam for a walk over it.
The trouble was I think that he found and pegged a wood pigeon cheeper as it was warm and bloody. Better behaviour from him as we came across a gaggle of other poorly-behaved dogs. I then cast him off and he quartered the rough field by the coating works; covering the ground beautifully and pointing a pair of pheasants which I flushed.
He was also steadier to a fusillade of blanks and dummies but has still more to do. Back to my office where I updated my journal and then continued archiving my past journal for the month of June.