Early start this morning for a brain scan at a local ( luckily) hospital with amazingly low parking rates. A hospital where they can save your life without the need of a mortgage. In the event they could not switch the scanner on ( I was the first of the morning ) and what should have taken 15 minutes ended up taking an hour and a half ."Were they looking for your brain"? Was Lynne's response when we were finally reunited. The delay upset their appointment schedule for the rest of the day apparently. I could say I had an extra hour and a half's lay down but lying with your head in one of those noisy scanners can hardly be called relaxing. The poor doctor in charge needed a good lay down at the end.
Isn't it typical? You spend umpteen million pounds on the latest gadget in Curry's, get it home and the damn thing will not even switch on !
A warm sunny day and we are taking our winter clothes to the boat, but in Britain that is normal. No set seasons. Lynne had lent our sat-nav to a friend, resulting in our trip to our new marina including parts of Derbishire, Staffordshire, Shropshire and Southern Scotland, to name but a few? Were shows of frustrated temper seen? No. was shouting experienced? No. Are we both still alive and uninjured? Yes. (Apart from my bullet wound, of course )
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