The MRI scan was amazingly quick. As you know we were dreading the rush hour traffic. In order to get there we set off at 8am. There was hardly a car on the road. We reached the hospital just after 8.15. The irony is if we'd left it until 8.30 to set off, we would probably still have been stuck in the traffic jam, trying to get through Lancaster in time for the 9am appointment. After the wait, the Fox went promptly in for the scan just after 9 & was out again by 9.20. All done. So much for the hour and a half the letter had told us to expect. Now we just have to wait the results.
We set off home. We decided to have a quick stop at Morecambe Morrisons for milk. I decided while we were there to buy some fish for dinner. I hadn't really expected to cook yesterday. I'd thought by the time we got back from the hospital all we'd both want to do is to lie down to recover. As it happened, with it all going so smoothly, I thought perhaps afterwards I could get something prepared.
"Oh, what sort of fish?" asked the Fox.
"Cod", I replied.
"Isn't that one of the fish we should eat less off?" he went on to ask. "The British only eat 5 kinds of fish you know. We're all supposed to be trying new varieties."
"Five fish! In recent weeks we've had cod, haddock (smoked & unsmoked), salmon (smoked & unsmoked), sea bass, sea bream, mackerel, scallops, crab, prawns, shrimps, anchovies, pollack, whiting, pouting, kippers..... We do our bit." I reply. "And today it's cod."
And cod is what we had!
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