Some time with Sam looking at his paw early today and then off to Pathfinder House with the Eynesbury postal and proxy vote forms before the deadline.
The Tories are in disarray with their Leader, Derek Holley, going and their deputy, Mike Robertson is likely to lose his election in Huntingdon and their next most-senior member, Pree Newbon, is convinced she is going to lose to us in St Ives!
Off to Carrow Road with Wiggly to see Norwich lose and to our motel for the night, The Breckland Lodge.
A hectic day of activity but Sam got his attention anyway with two walks from me.
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His paw is healing up nicely, but I am not sure this new low-key method of controlling him is going to work.
He does return eventually after running off, but the delay is too much for effective control. My first chore of the day was to get my journal up to date and then the Eynesbury data onto my computer to see if it was working properly, receiving a visit from John Roscoe at the same time.
Then the drive to Huntingdon, where I received a good reception from Pathfinder House as I handed in the last of our postal and proxy vote forms for registration before the 12.00 midday deadline.
Jim Davey, the long-serving committee secretary (formerly Godmanchester Clerk before the amalgamation of Huntingdon & Godmanchester Councils) was very forthcoming. It seems that the Tories are in disarray with their Leader, Derek Holley, going and their deputy, Mike Robertson is likely to lose his election in Huntingdon and their next most-senior member, Pree Newbon, is convinced she is going to lose to us in St Ives!
Some work on my computer and desk in the morning and afternoon and the realisation that the key Norwich City football match was this evening rather than Saturday which led to some changed arrangements.
I called Wiggly after an exchange of Email messages and she was also keen to go and so it was a case of rushing around telephoning people to get out and to obtain the support of others and then rushing off to get in the stand just as the match was starting.
Wiggly was very pleased to be going and felt it was a welcome change from her canvassing and work which continues to get her down somewhat. A nice affectionate journey and time before and after the match.
The pity was that the match itself was lost to a good Nottingham Forest performance. Norwich played well and dominated sections of the match but could just not score a goal and then lost to a single one against them with only five minutes of the match left.
Our upper tier of the Barclay had plenty of Nottingham supporters in it and my first job was to keep them quiet with loud pro-Norwich support. Then, as things began to go wrong, a minority of our supporters started barracking the team and I had to engage them in loud arguments and silence them, but only just.
Certain of them stayed behind afterwards and demonstrated shouting "Chase Out" as well as all types of profanities and I also engaged the police and asked that they intervene, but they would not. I had done all I could to bolster morale, and I was hoarse and drained.
It was up to Wiggly to console me and she did her best as we walked back to the car and then drove on to Attleborough. Our motel for the night, The Breckland Lodge, was also a pub and we had a couple of pints and then went up to our room.
I took a while to arouse but then we each had our climaxes after a long session and fell easily asleep afterwards. If I had been asked my alibi was that I had taken Jim for the match, after being given tea. He was also putting me up for the night and giving me breakfast.