I go back to Wiggly after the trial return to Diana did not work
I awoke to find Diana up and about and bringing me early morning tea again and this time she came back to bed and was desperate for us to make love.
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We cuddled a while and I tried to get erect but as soon as I had donned a condom I lost it and could not redeem the situation.
She had worn her sexiest nightie and became very distressed at this and ran off crying again. To her, it was vital to restore the sexual side of our marriage as that had been central to my relationship with Wiggly and we had fallen at the first hurdle.
I tried to console her and make light of it but the damage was done. In truth, I was thinking of Wiggly all the time as she had become my real partner and found it almost an act of infidelity to consider making love to Diana in this way.
Also, though presenting herself as well as possibly, her body could not be on a par with a young woman. I went after her and reassured her as best I could and then I got out with Sam whilst Diana started preparing the Sunday lunch.
Once back, my mind turned inevitably to Wiggly and I logged in and received her latest missive.
"The Old David, I wondered where he had gone! It was like talking to a stranger yesterday! I can accept what you say about making it up with Diana and I hope you can teach her all the good things I could do for you - but beware how you ask her.
I have had reports from ex lovers that girlfriends do not take kindly to being asked to perform exotic acts, asking things like "where did you learn to do that?"
I have rationalised all this in my head by deciding that the odds were stacked against me and that you had too much to lose at home, of which sprinklers are just one of many examples.
And if it was going to happen it must be better to happen now than later. I do appreciate being able to write to you like this and I am sorry if it compromises you with Diana, but even now it is with you that I can be most honest and open.
Once we have got this subject out of the way I think the voluntary code is a good idea. I am alone tonight, but not despondent. Michael came round yesterday for a while and we had a good talk.
He never really approved of us, although he did like you - but he was a good friend yesterday and did not resort to the "he was never any good anyway" line that best friends normally use in these situations.
Actually he gave you 2 weeks before he thought you would get itchy feet again! True to type you have forgotten that I am going away on a course tomorrow and will not be able to go to the rehearsal or write to you all week - a bitter blow.
Maybe I should buy myself a 3Fax, except now you are gone I have to be a bit more careful with my budget. I tried to delete my "david" account today, but remembered that it deletes all transactions causing untold problems.
I contented myself with deleting your rent standing order which had a finality about it which was quite disturbing. Chris and John. As we know they have split up - what we didn't know was that Chris and Chris Howes are an item!
John has talked about resigning, but the current situation is that he will remain in Hail Weston with the kids and carry on with his LibDem work as usual, including Counselling and Focussing.
And I thought Chris Howes had his eye on Emma! As for the journal, I did think of reading the History of Little Paxton, but I thought your journal would be more sensational! Still if you insist....
I have been cleaning the house, going to the gym, catching up on casework and buying the most fantastic office bin! You would be impressed. I did try to finish this for your 10pm blink but I messed up and had to type it up again! Oh well. Wiggly"
Later, I had something of a crisis myself; feeling exceptionally sad not to be seeing Wiggly again and worrying about how she was coping. A long chat with Di about it, with me in tears this time and her trying to reassure me.
We discussed things and agreed that the real problem was that I had left Wiggly whilst loving her in order to be in touch with the children. If it had gone on to see if it were a lasting match or fascination that faded, the way would have been clear for Diana and I to try a proper reconciliation.
We also recognised that Wiggly did have a grievance in that it would have been best if I had discussed things with her more explicitly that evening and not left so.
We therefore agreed a course of action that I could go and see Wiggly and discuss all of these aspects with her. By now what I had in my mind was to assess how Wiggly had taken my rejection of her, to see if she was all right and to decide either to go back and finish what we had started or to go the other way and try to put her in the back of my mind.
A quick call to find her in and then I met her by arrangement at the Coneygear. She seemed all right and wanted to know whether I had wanted to see her to tell her that I was coming back or that she could not write to me again.
I did most of the talking and took her through my thoughts, recognising that I did not end things in the right way or at the right time. I said that I was missing the children when she was working or away and I felt that it as not fair to get her to give up her job or house and this would be a risky thing to do anyway for both of us.
Soon it became apparent as we sat on a stile by the river and walked across to the Rivermill Pub in Eaton Socon that she was still very much in love with me and me with her; that she wanted me back and would consider giving up her independence to give us most chance of working out.
She had her course for the coming week for us to think about it but, subject to any change of minds in the meantime, we ended up resolved to get back together then. If e worked out, then this would be the outcome; if not then we would be out of one-another's minds and could go our separate ways and it would be open to me and Di to consider a reconciliation then without Wiggly coming between us.
Back home in time for Sunday lunch for which Diana had cooked her usual roast chicken. She was anxious to know what decision I had come to and, although I tried to put her off by saying "nothing is decided" she was having nothing to do with this and wanted me to say what was going to happen - even before lunch!
She then flew into a fury and started screaming hysterically and even threw things about the kitchen. It was all I could do to get her even slightly calm and then up to our bedroom to calm down.
She had been shouting that she wanted me to leave right there and then and not come back again whilst the girls closed themselves into my office to get away from it all. I did not want the nice lunch of roast chicken to be wasted and so got the girls into the kitchen and served the meal myself.
This also gave me the chance to speak to the girls about things and prepare them for what was to come. Daniel and Gary were away for the weekend and so it was just us there. Then back up to see Diana who was very upset, crying and not able to cope with things.
I wanted to talk things through but she wanted me to go there and then and I was left to pack my bags and load the car and go again. This on a very hot day when I was least prepared for it.
I called Wiggly to appraise her of developments and, although she was due to be leaving for her week's residential management course, she offered to duck out of it and be at home to welcome me.
The task of packing and loading was very hot and exhausting but I tackled it manfully and eventually left in later afternoon with the car chock full and the dog in the back. Offloading was easier with a cooperative partner taking things off me and putting them away and eventually I was settled in to Montagu Street as well.
Wiggly was welcoming and gave me a cool drink and a kind ear. We walked Sam together around the Coneygear and discussed how we were going to manage together with the preferred solution being along the lines of Wiggly giving up her present job and play rehearsals and spending the summer with me on the boat and then on projects together thereafter.
Out to the local pub later together and then to bed and our lovemaking. A heavy session was inevitable before we collapsed asleep.