So far, so good; we’ve not been affected by the snow down our way, yet. In fact, this morning was glorious – crisp, but blue skies as we sped down the long and winding road to a hospital appointment. This last is, thankfully, purely routine; a follow-up to the last year’s investigations, which, as I’ve mentioned earlier have ruled out anything sinister. What I have is more in the realms of mudane and distinctly unglamorous, if par for the course as one grows older. Thus it was I spent a happy time discussing the state of my innards with a kindly doctor, whilst Mr M took himself off for a spiced ginger something or other in the hospital’s Costa. Talk about letting it all hang out. I now have a detailled knowledge of my anatomy that would have come in handy thirty five years ago for biology O Level, if only I’d had the motivation!
I reminded the beloved en route that it was this time last year when an unexpected snowfall blocked off the entire route back home Loads of people had to spend the night in their cars! Thank goodness we’ve not had a repeat performance. I didn’t fancy trying to survive on one packet of polos, which was all we had with us at the time.
Let’s hope everything holds out tomorrow. I’m hoping to hurtle off down the line to a craft fair before hurtling back for a choir rehearsal for a concert in the evening. So, please, no snow. Whilst we’ve been asked to wear something ‘Christmassy,’ I think that being a dead ringer for Rudolph is carrying things a little too far!