Rushing off for Redgrave stopping off on the way to exercise Sam at Barton Mills. A busy morning at the shop, seeing the water board inspector, the electrician, Keith Warnes the builder and the property manager all in short order.
On to Norwich just arriving in time to collect the girls from Roller-skating and night with girls at Harnser.
Wiggly took Sam back with her to her house this evening and learned two pages of her script whilst walking him later!
The night had gone well and I was first to make the move with Wiggly still very deeply asleep and groggy about the early start.
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I turned her out to make the morning tea as I felt it was her turn and we sat in bed for a while reading the mail and chatting about being apart this coming night before us both rushing to get ready to drive off to Redgrave.
We received the information for the first time on the independent low-cost scanning system from Triple Software and, even though the company sounds a bit strange, it could yet be the answer.
I took Sam in my car and stopped off on the way to exercise him at Barton Mills and Wiggly went ahead in hers; getting there before me. It was a busy morning at Redgrave, seeing the water board inspector, the electrician, Keith Warnes the builder and the property manager all in short order.
It now seems that the project is well under way and this week should see a lot of progress. I spent some time with Freda and Alf after, chewing things over, and then with Chris who was feeling left out of the situation.
He is all right and the better for my attentions, but would not be happy to work for Sarah in the shop so that I think his future will lay elsewhere after an interim period. On late to Norwich where I just arrived in time to collect the girls from Rollerskating.
Debbie had found another boyfriend to see again tomorrow! A McDonalds lunch with them and then back to Harnser for a game of monopoly which Debbie won for a change - the first time she had ever beaten me! Up late after updating my journal and logging on to CIX to exchange messages with Wiggly after two telephone calls earlier.
I was joining CIX-conferences on EPOS and retailing and found the initial messages quite illuminating. A chat with Gordon next door and his wife tonight about his house sinking and the bad way in which his mother Doris Vincent had taken Jack's death.
Wiggly took Sam back with her to her house this evening and learned two pages of her script whilst walking him later! Everything seems all right in the world, even if Wiggly is confessing to having occasional doubts about us.