(Saturday) I took Alfie out at around 7.45 this morning. It was quite overcast and there was a damp feeling in the air. It was definitely attempting to rain, but not quite making it. As we got to the grassy area where I let him off his lead, I opened my mobile to text Carol and she'd sent me a text to say she had been told late last night that she was going for surgery in the morning and she couldn't eat anything, 'nil by mouth,' as they say. I was a bit confused, as you can imagine, because yesterday we were told that there was no abscess and that surgery wasn't required to drain it. So, what has changed since? I got home and rang the ward to be told that they were waiting to hear from the surgery team what the situation was. At that time there was no idea of when or even if the operation was going ahead and they now have my mobile number to call me when they have news. There is no point me going in to the ward if Carol isn't there and I've now spoken to her and even she's as confused about the turn of events. So I'll wait until the ward calls me before venturing in, probably at lunch time.
Later. Been texting Carol. It's now gone 11 o'clock and we're no clearer as to whether she's going to theatre or not. Just seems a really confusing time. I want to go to Waitrose but I can't really leave the house until I know exactly what's going on.
Later still. Carol texted me again and the surgery isn't happening. Why are we in this situation? It's the same as yesterday. I decided to drive to Waitrose as planned. I bought some ready individual meals (or individual ready meals. Which is it? I don't know. Which sounds better?) It was raining quite hard as I drove into their carpark. Coming down the slope into the carpark near Metro Bank, you have to be careful how you negotiate the rather difficult turn at the bottom as they've put a sort of yellow sign in the way and if you weren't careful you'd hit it. I think all this is intended to put of anyone who has thoughts of ram-raiding the Metro Bank, which has happened in the past. I don't suppose anyone thought that they have made things easy for those of a criminal mind, because at night nobody would see what was going on near the bank branch or even any of the retail outlets near Waitrose because you can't see anything from Chaffron Way, which is fairly high up on a sort of embankment, unless you happened to live in one of the flats or the houses which are adjacent to the Waitrose carpark.
After I purchased my bits and pieces and stowed them in the car, I returned to avail myself of the café within Waitrose. You used to get your drink free if you ordered food, but apparently no longer. It took the woman in the queue in front of me a long time to decide what she wanted to eat and drink. Why is it some people are so indecisive? I took a cheese and ham toastie off the display to have heated and also selected a rather nice-looking cake from the display as well as ordered a latte. It seemed to take a long time for my toast to appear, toasted. How long should it take? How long is a piece of string? I drank most of my latte and the cherry slice sat on it's plate, enticingly. But I wasn't eating it until I'd eaten the toasty. The waitress who delivered food to customer's tables came and went, delivering food to several seated customers. But not mine. How much longer was it going to take? It did arrive eventually and it was worth waiting for and so was the cherry slice.
Later. Been texting Carol. It's now gone 11 o'clock and we're no clearer as to whether she's going to theatre or not. Just seems a really confusing time. I want to go to Waitrose but I can't really leave the house until I know exactly what's going on.
Later still. Carol texted me again and the surgery isn't happening. Why are we in this situation? It's the same as yesterday. I decided to drive to Waitrose as planned. I bought some ready individual meals (or individual ready meals. Which is it? I don't know. Which sounds better?) It was raining quite hard as I drove into their carpark. Coming down the slope into the carpark near Metro Bank, you have to be careful how you negotiate the rather difficult turn at the bottom as they've put a sort of yellow sign in the way and if you weren't careful you'd hit it. I think all this is intended to put of anyone who has thoughts of ram-raiding the Metro Bank, which has happened in the past. I don't suppose anyone thought that they have made things easy for those of a criminal mind, because at night nobody would see what was going on near the bank branch or even any of the retail outlets near Waitrose because you can't see anything from Chaffron Way, which is fairly high up on a sort of embankment, unless you happened to live in one of the flats or the houses which are adjacent to the Waitrose carpark.
After I purchased my bits and pieces and stowed them in the car, I returned to avail myself of the café within Waitrose. You used to get your drink free if you ordered food, but apparently no longer. It took the woman in the queue in front of me a long time to decide what she wanted to eat and drink. Why is it some people are so indecisive? I took a cheese and ham toastie off the display to have heated and also selected a rather nice-looking cake from the display as well as ordered a latte. It seemed to take a long time for my toast to appear, toasted. How long should it take? How long is a piece of string? I drank most of my latte and the cherry slice sat on it's plate, enticingly. But I wasn't eating it until I'd eaten the toasty. The waitress who delivered food to customer's tables came and went, delivering food to several seated customers. But not mine. How much longer was it going to take? It did arrive eventually and it was worth waiting for and so was the cherry slice.
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