Mundane

Oh well, a little more fuel for you Miff. One mundane life is rather like another.

Busy mundane yesterday Pete had a 9.54am hospital appointment for a scan at Southampton General yesterday, we arrived on time but were sent on a route march round the hospital to the correct department. Having arrived slightly late but cheerful, we sat, and sat, finally being called at 10.20.It was over quickly, but we were told that Pete now needed to go to a different department for another xray.
We sat and sat, making up silly stories about our fellow sufferers, until he was finally called.It didn't take long, its the waiting around thats hard, but I'm sure necessary.

When we arrived back at the car, we made a decision to go straight to Salisbury to shop, I wanted to go to Lakeland Plastics, and buy a new iron in Robert Dyas, which is next door, (I did warn you this was mundane). Shopping complete, we had a snack and hot chocolate before driving home.

Caught up with housework at home, made supper, and then had to face a PCC meeting in Quarley this was long and boring, left at 10pm to face a nightmare of a drive home in pea soup fog. It really was scary not only the 303 but the road down to the village. Glad to arrive home, even more glad to get to bed later on to continue to enjoy my book,Sharon Penmans The Devils Brood, the story of Henry 2 his wife Eleanor  and their children the future Henry 3, Richard 1 and John 1.

And so to sleep, mundane or what?