It is Tuesday, my world has moved too quickly. Paul is in hospital undergoing tests. Hopefully he should be back today.
He had been ill for sometime, refusing to go to the doctors, think the last time was in 1986. So yesterday morning, I phoned the doctor's surgery with a lot of grumbling from him. They fitted him in and the doctor arranged for tests at York hospital same day. Whenever you think about the NHS remember it is one of the finest things about this country, and don't let it go under the auspicious of that foolish man Farage, who would sell our services to American firms.
Coming home we packed a bag, and dear Christina, agreed to come to show us the back road through the villages to the busy metropolis of York city. I am not a confident driver, country lanes are fine, ring roads round York are absolutely full of traffic. We managed fine. Settled Paul in a small ward, he had a window overlooking trees, and by yesterday evening he had had some tests. I had joked that the surprise element is going into a ward of 'older' people, you suddenly realise you are elderly to ;)
I had asked Irene to pop in on Lucy, Lucy, loves both these friends, though Irene is deaf (just like Lucy), I wasn't sure how they would communicate together.
Irene came round and offered to accompany me today, though she and her husband had been planning to go to Whitby for a couple of days, what would we do without friends? So at some stage I shall know how my day will unfold.