It was with some sadness that I packed up and left my Uncle after breakfast this morning as I have a feeling that his cheery optimism that "Marina will be home on Thursday" may be more than a little unfounded but what do I know? I am not medical but based purely on the pain she had been in I think it could well be a bit longer.
I packed up my trusty Clio (which is built like a brick shit-house and chunters away in good old deisel fashion) and got ready to leave expending more of my mobile credit to ensure that the girlie from Google maps was fully prepared to guide me to my chosen destination. Once prepped off we jolly well trotted.
Once on the road and reasonably confident that the landmarks seemed familiar I relaxed although girlie threw in curved ball when she failed to instruct me to take a right to follow the A33 signs to Basingstoke which I knew I needed. So I forged on regardless of her silence and all was good until I hit the inevitable bottleneck that occurs around Stonehenge. The situation is not helped by the fact that they have now blocked off the slip road which allowed you to fork off for the Stones and now all the traffice has to go up to the roundabout which causes more congestion on the single file road. I took a trip down memory lane by detouring through the camp (HMS Heron) which gave girlie an apopleptic fit and she kept yelling at me to turn right turn right turn right and I ignored her because by now I was on familiar territory.
I arrived at Hazel's but only after I had successfully negotiated Yeovil's new bizarre and confusing traffic system with its hundreds of lights. We caught up on the recent events before going into town for a few bits and pieces and then stopping for a coffee before heading to the garden centre as I wanted to get my Aunty Margaret (who I will be seeing tomorrow) a plant for her 90th birthday which is later in the year. I saw a fab solar light which Hazel also admired and so I decided to buy it for her as she has recently had her garden revamped. I also chose a very nice and unusually coloured African Violet for my Aunt which I asked to have gift wrapped - this exercise was somewhat reminiscent of the scene from Love Actually when Rowan Atkinson wraps a gift chosen by Alan Rickman - watch it HERE and you will see exactly what I mean.
Joined by Hazel's lovely Cockapoo Lily we tested out the new garden light and Hazel's new patio furniture in the pleasant late afternoon sunshine. We never stopped talking - but then we never fail to find something to say - that's what happens when you have known someone for nearly 40 years! We are now really looking forward to Hazel's son's wedding at the weekend.
It will be so lovely that I am to be included as 'part of the family' - I will be driving Hazel and her sister Gloria and Gloria and I are sharing a hotel room for two nights.
Not much news on Aunty Joyce - they are trying to get her pain under control, have taken the biopsy and we await news on that score.
I packed up my trusty Clio (which is built like a brick shit-house and chunters away in good old deisel fashion) and got ready to leave expending more of my mobile credit to ensure that the girlie from Google maps was fully prepared to guide me to my chosen destination. Once prepped off we jolly well trotted.
Once on the road and reasonably confident that the landmarks seemed familiar I relaxed although girlie threw in curved ball when she failed to instruct me to take a right to follow the A33 signs to Basingstoke which I knew I needed. So I forged on regardless of her silence and all was good until I hit the inevitable bottleneck that occurs around Stonehenge. The situation is not helped by the fact that they have now blocked off the slip road which allowed you to fork off for the Stones and now all the traffice has to go up to the roundabout which causes more congestion on the single file road. I took a trip down memory lane by detouring through the camp (HMS Heron) which gave girlie an apopleptic fit and she kept yelling at me to turn right turn right turn right and I ignored her because by now I was on familiar territory.
I arrived at Hazel's but only after I had successfully negotiated Yeovil's new bizarre and confusing traffic system with its hundreds of lights. We caught up on the recent events before going into town for a few bits and pieces and then stopping for a coffee before heading to the garden centre as I wanted to get my Aunty Margaret (who I will be seeing tomorrow) a plant for her 90th birthday which is later in the year. I saw a fab solar light which Hazel also admired and so I decided to buy it for her as she has recently had her garden revamped. I also chose a very nice and unusually coloured African Violet for my Aunt which I asked to have gift wrapped - this exercise was somewhat reminiscent of the scene from Love Actually when Rowan Atkinson wraps a gift chosen by Alan Rickman - watch it HERE and you will see exactly what I mean.
Joined by Hazel's lovely Cockapoo Lily we tested out the new garden light and Hazel's new patio furniture in the pleasant late afternoon sunshine. We never stopped talking - but then we never fail to find something to say - that's what happens when you have known someone for nearly 40 years! We are now really looking forward to Hazel's son's wedding at the weekend.It will be so lovely that I am to be included as 'part of the family' - I will be driving Hazel and her sister Gloria and Gloria and I are sharing a hotel room for two nights.
Not much news on Aunty Joyce - they are trying to get her pain under control, have taken the biopsy and we await news on that score.
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