It was yesterday afternoon when I had my eyes tested and the optician told me, "everything is normal". I told him that normal can be a depressing condition but he responded that as far as eyes are concerned, normal is good. Anyway, I do need a new pair of glasses as my eyesight has
Today is not a normal Friday. A normal Friday involves the Old Bat having her hour in the diving bell while I wander through the old buffers and their memsahibs at Sainsbury's. Today, however, she has an appointment with a new specialist at the local hospital. The last two times she has been there we have had to ask for an ambulance with a two-man crew to be sent to get her up the drive. I would have taken her in the car but the normal situation is that there is a 90 minute wait to get into the car park. Today the appointment is in the cancer clinic so I can drop her off right outside the door and then go and find a parking place on the street somewhere. She is to get the result of a scan taken a couple of weeks or so back at the request of the doctor at the Royal Marsden who found it difficult to believe how well she looked. So I'm hoping and keeping everything crossed.