A late swim in the pool at the end of a hot day
A late swim in the pool at the end of a hot day

A hot and sweaty day turning the compost heaps and making an abortive trip to collect the Range Rover, which had not been fixed as anticipated. A dip in the pool after lunch to cool off and remove the ‘composty’ smell and another barbeque by the pool after playing tennis with Debbie again.

After weeks of violent demonstrations and civil anger at the rule of a military leader that had taken over in a coup; the "God-King" of Thailand called in the parties and read the riot act to get them to co-operate.

I was up and out early this morning, digging away at the compost heap. But first, I saw the girls off to school and helped Diana to overcome their normal sensitivities and nonsenses. A call to the Range Rover service agents who had been trying to contact me yesterday and then out to the heap. The gardener was fretting about the bedding plants; worrying about where to put them and whether he had too many or too few but I had to let him get on with it in the end as there were no ideal answers. I used my time in turning the huge compost heaps and was getting angry at the amount of rubbish at the bottom that had not been shredded before they were last made.

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This, the heat, and the fact that I am now showing a closer interest after many months of being engaged elsewhere, lead to some differences between us and I therefore asked Diana to go around afterwards and chat to him about what a good job he was doing to settle him down. A dip in the swimming pool before lunch to remove the sweat and compost heap smell and then a difficult time afterwards trying to get some paperwork done whilst the weather was too hot. I gave up in the end and gave attention to Diana for a while and we appreciated the wide double doors on our bedroom windows that would otherwise make such activities in the heat bearable.

Thinking that the Range Rover was now ready, I drove over to Kempston with Diana in the Rolls Royce and again cursed over the air conditioning not working only to find that the Range Rover was not ready after all due to a fault with the fuel injection pressure. Home rather angry, but did manage to come via the garden centre for some peat and hose fittings that have been needed for some time. I did another barbecue this evening, by the pool, after the inevitable guests had gone and then I mowed the games lawn and played tennis with Debbie for a while before locking everything up and going to bed. After weeks of violent demonstrations and civil anger at the rule of a military leader that had taken over in a coup; the "God-King" of Thailand called in the parties and read the riot act to get them to co-operate. There are hopes of peace now, but it has still to happen.