‘Tis the season to be jolly….

We were at the hospital this morning. Two appointments. Firstly, it was the review of John’s Pulmonary Rehabilitation Course, which entailed him going, doing a few exercises to prove he could, and then being signed off. ‘Yes, Mr Sleath. You can now progress to the next level.’ Boom! Result!!

“How long will you be?” I asked. “About half an hour,” he replied.

While the ol’ man was doing that, I shot to Morrisons in Solihull to see if I could get the one or two items I thought I needed. Then I was distracted. Oooh…. there was a car wash in the car park. As our white car was nearly black, I thought it opportune. I left my keys with the car wash chappie, who wanted to know how long I’d be. “20, maybe 30 minutes?” I replied. “30 to 45 minutes”, he said sternly. I considered for a minute and then agreed. John had said he’d sit in the café if I was going to be longer than him, so all OK.

Before I’d even got to the supermarket, John phoned. “All done,” he said. “Oh, dear,” I replied, “I’ve just left the car in the car wash for half an hour…..”

Anyway, no worries, John happily sat in the café, drinking a coffee and reading the newspaper while I meandered around Morrisons, before collecting the car, all sparkling clean.

I arrived at the hospital just before one o’clock. John was nowhere to be seen. He was in the loo. I sat and waited. When he arrived, two minutes later, I asked him what time his appointment was. For a moment, he looked puzzled. Weren’t we going home? Then….. Oh, yes, the cloud cleared, and he remembered that he had an appointment in the eye clinic. Maybe at one o’clock. or was it half past?

At one o’clock on the dot the optician came and called his name. Phew! Just in time.

We had a good consultation and John came away with an appropriate prescription for new glasses. Well, we think it’s appropriate. Time will tell….. the optician, however, was very through and very reassuring, so we’re hoping for a good outcome. Second Boom! of the day.

Home again and we watched a spot of TV before getting ourselves ready to go out for the evening. The tyres may have been flat on the scooter, but the evening certainly wasn’t. We had a fabulous evening and Margaret and Chris’s. The conversation flowed, as did the champagne, prosecco and wine……hehehe……. We listened to Christmas Carols on their record player, too, and were generally very jolly. After all, ’tis the season, isn’t it? Lush, eh?

Take care everyone. Look after yourselves. God bless.