To Lancaster

Hospital day today. We had intended to go into Lancaster early. The appointment is at 4.45pm but that means trying to cross Lancaster in the midst of rush hour. Lancaster is always a bottleneck. The traffic grinds to a halt from about 4.15pm to 6pm.

We're hoping to do a bit of shopping first. At least then we will be on the same side of the city as the hospital.

Recently a couple of Asian food shops have opened up - the first in the area. We find them full of wonders & mysteries. We need to buy some more soy sauce, both light & dark, & some Shaoxing wine. Although the former we can easily buy at Morrisons here in Morecambe, the bottles are so small. We cook stir-fries etc so often the bottles empty very quickly. Our only problem with these Asian shops is that so many of the goods have writing in Chinese or Japanese which neither of us can read. Still, the staff is very helpful.

I was also hoping to have another hunt for sandals. Time's running out. It's less than two weeks to our holiday & I'd like to be able to take them with me.

I'm dithering from present to past tense as I wonder how much we will really want to shop if the rain continues as it is at the moment. We're having yet another wet day. It's rained all week, even closing some roads to Lancaster with flooding. At least the wind has eased a bit. Many trees are now standing bare, leafless for the winter. I'm wondering if any apples & pears will still be on the trees in our garden by the time the ground is dry enough to stand on to get to the trees to pick the fruit. The prospect of traipsing round Lancaster in the rain, then sitting around the hospital in wet clothes, does not greatly appeal.

The reason why we have to make this trip to the hospital is to get the results of the Fox's MRI scan. It seems ages since the scan - in fact mid-July. Meanwhile the tinnitus rings on. Maybe we will finally find out if there's something that can be done to help him. Hope so.