Dreaming once more

The day sets once more to be damp. There's no getting away from the rain in this country this year. I confess to be waiting a little anxiously. The hospital is due to ring today with the result of the biopsy. Much as I tell myself they said it probably won't be until the evening & they expect it will be an all clear, it doesn't stop me worrying, especially when I felt very sore last night. I'm telling myself what else can you expect when you look at the gorgeously coloured bruise on my breast from the taking of the biopsy, followed by a second mauling for an in depth mammogram.

It seems strange to think today there is nothing specific I need to do. Oh, we'll probably go and do the big food shop later on, but that's it. No forms to worry about. No preparations to make before going to see the medics. In other words life is slowly getting back to normal.

To celebrate I've just been making some meatballs in a gently spicy tomato sauce ready for this evening.

We're also dreaming of a weekend away. We're both feeling the need of a battery recharge. Although we don't feel in a position to go away long until we know the outcome of the medical investigations & the benefit renewal, we do wonder if we couldn't go away for a weekend when news on the other two counts is unlikely.

But where? Peaceful countryside or stimulating city? The countryside is in many ways more relaxing but it does necessitate more car travelling when there, & fewer things to do if it's wet. The city always has plenty of indoor attractions & the car can virtually be abandoned for the duration, or even be left behind if we went by train. So our thoughts are ranging from Stoke (to see the family) to Harrogate (to see old friends), Liverpool (the Tate) or Newcastle (The Baltic Centre), or Wakefield for the new Barbara Hepworth gallery, the Kielder reservoir where we've found a nice looking accessible hostelry to stay, or near Chatsworth, a place I've long fancied visiting, or even crossing the border into southern Scotland or northern Wales. Whatever happens we are at least in a position to fantasise about a trip away, to send our imaginations on a holiday instead of being grounded in the reality of our everyday lives.