Fortunately, I successfully replaced the Discovery's slashed tyres, also mobilising the neighbours and police accordingly.
A long list of correspondence for me to do about the shop takeover as Wiggly did her Eynesbury FOCUS copy and other ward letters.
Then Sam off to stay with the family and us to the pub in Fulbourne where we had arranged to meet Wiggly's theatrical friends.
The play had put back at least until after Christmas nobody wanted to talk about Kathy's breast cancer
I woke up a few times in the night and I was not really sure why until I looked out early in the morning and saw what had been done to my car and others in the street.
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In all at least seven cars had their tyres slashed and it appears that this was done at around 2.30am according to neighbourhood reports of noise and commotion.
I was most concerned about two tyres being down on my Discovery because, only having one spare and no easy way of getting these specialist Town & Country replacements, we could have been stuck and unable to travel to Edinburgh tomorrow.
I awoke Wiggly, made contact with ATS 24-hour service about the tyres and got her to telephone the police. The latter were content to just make an incident report with no police visit and no investigation of the crime when talking to Wiggly.
However, after getting angry with her, I then called the police and insisted on them coming and knocked up the neighbours and go them to telephone in with their complaints as well.
It took all morning to get this done but at least I was able to get a replacement tyre he same as my unused spare and, by getting these two put on the front to replace those wrecked, and getting a worn tyre back off of ATS as a spare, I ended up with the car mobile again.
Wiggly walked Sam for me and we both sat and chatted for a while to calm down after this expensive and upsetting interlude. It seems that Eynesbury is overrun with late night vandalism and both the police and community feels powerless to do anything about it so I had to stir them up.
Wiggly then made some nice eggy bread and soup which, with apple pie and ice cream after, settled us hungry souls down. Then the early afternoon writing up my journal whilst Wiggly did her Eynesbury FOCUS copy.
I had compiled a long list of correspondence that we had to do about the shop takeover and this, together with other ward letters and things occupied her the rest of the afternoon as I took Sam across to Paxton for the start of his stay.
His kennel seemed to have been prepared for his holiday with the blanket laundered and folded nicely for his arrival. Diana had gone out for the afternoon to the garden centre, probably to avoid me, and I just had the girls and their friends Amy and Catherine round to do some cooking.
They were pleased to me and seemed totally undaunted by the prospect of looking after Sam. Back to Montagu Street where our custom of parking the cars on the other side of the street appears to be taking hold and then several hours working on the Redgrave project so that we could get away in the morning with a clear conscience.
Then, a little later than intended and without having eaten, we changed and set off to the pub in Fulbourne where we had arranged to meet Wiggly's theatrical friends.
There was a reasonable turnout of them with Kathy, Gary, Richard, Michael and Tracey but not Mike, Jo or her boyfriend and so our presence made up the quorum nicely.
Wiggly and I ordered a bar meal and so we used the time well and the rest of the activity was just polite conversation, jokes, card and magic tricks, which Richard had as a hobby.
It was left to me to raise the question of the play and its postponement and it seems that it has been put back at least until after Christmas. nobody wanted to talk about Kathy's breast cancer.
Home, having left by 11.00pm and so we left the packing until the morning, at least not having Sam to worry about.