First full day back with Wiggly collecting my things from The Hayling View. Then watching the film "Innocent Lies" at the Showcase Cinema in Peterborough together.
The night was fine and we were awake quite early with Wiggly almost intoxicated with the fact of being free from the work environment.
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Out together with Wiggly to walk Sam again in the morning sunshine and then, after breakfast, I drove back over during the time Di was due to be with the Relate councillor to get more things from The Hayling View.
There was also the task of taking the new artificial flowers up to my father's grave and, having found the girls at home on their own when I telephoned, I got them to join me and we made a trip of it.
They were good about this and pleased to be with me and we displayed the plants nicely and rally brightened up the grave. I got the things I needed when back at the house and just ran into Diana as I was about to leave.
She was not really too upset to see me and, in fact, invited me back for a coffee and a chat. She was still trying to get me back on the basis of her and the girls being more upset at me being away but I emphasised the wisdom of my needing to stay with Wiggly as we could never be reconciled whilst I was pining for her.
Into the building society for more cash on the way back and then round to Priory Road to see David Wright about the parking land next to West Street.
He occupied me for a while whilst I updated him and then I also dropped into the estate agents whilst there and speak to them about the West Street owners and also about the Cambridge Street project.
Back for a late lunch lovingly made by Wiggly and then we worked together on my investment tasks for the afternoon. An evening out to the Showcase Cinema in Peterborough where we saw the Anglo/French film, "Innocent Lies" which dragged a bit but which we quite enjoyed.
I was dead tired on the way home and stopped for Wiggly to take the wheel for the rest of the journey, arriving outside a pub near West Street for a drink before going home.
It was then that my latest problem began as I went to pay for the drinks and realised that my wallet was missing. Hectic telephone calls to the cinema but then the realisation that we would have to drive back to try and find it or get them to.
The first port of call was the spot that we changed over driving at but it there was nothing there. A police car stopped and the driver helped by radioing control to check if anything had ben handed in.
On to the cinema and, after the last house had left, we looked with the security man but could not find it under any of the seats or in the toilet.
Then the weary and depressed journey back after midnight and even later to bed with this otherwise nice day ending with this worry.