A long week

It’s been a long week, quite why it is difficult to understand.

Undoubtedly part of it is Angie’s non-arrival on Monday. She was taken ill & had to go home. I anxiously waited to see her on Thursday, hoping nothing too serious was amiss. She’s one of those people who has to be half dead before she will admit there’s anything wrong. She duly came on Thursday, full of cold, half deaf from an ear infection, absolutely drained of energy. I suspect, in my mind, her not coming on Monday made the previous week seem long as it was 10 days or so since I had last seen her, not helped by worrying how she was.

We’ve been trying out a new butcher since the Farmers’ Market has disappeared. So far his pork & beef have been good. At the moment we’ve not quite worked out what his hours of opening are. We went along on Wednesday afternoon to discover he clearly keeps to the traditional Wednesday early closing day for Morecambe and was shut. We went again yesterday to find he was already clearing the shop window ready to close up. The time? 3.30pm. Having to make the two trips I suspect also added to the length of the week.

I suppose, too, it has been a week of anxiety on another score. We had our annual MOT at the surgery a while ago. When we got the results we were told the doctor wanted to see the Fox. Since then we have been anxious as to what this could be about. The receptionist had told us the blood tests etc were fine. When finally the Fox gets to talk to the GP, he is asked what’s up, why has he made the appointment. The Fox duly tells him he was told the doctor wanted to see him about he knew not what. After much confusion, the doctor concluded the Fox was in a very good state of health for someone of his age & to go and enjoy life. We had been worrying unnecessarily. But worrying does make time pass slowly.

It didn’t help when yesterday we had a fish stew for dinner. This just confirmed the view of both of us that yesterday was Friday. I had originally intended to cook the fish on Friday but, as I wasn’t sure if the fish shop would be open on Friday with it being Good Friday, we decided to have the fish on Thursday when we could be sure the shop would be open.  So today, Friday, we are going to have the chicken thighs we’d planned originally to have on Thursday. We just left them in the freezer an extra day.

Meanwhile we continue to wait to hear from the optician’s. The Fox had his eyes checked the other day to find he need his glassed changed. As his frames are in good condition & he still liked them, he thought he would just get new lenses. The place in Morecambe wouldn’t do that, as the frames had been bought elsewhere, even though two of them are designer frames. This meant on Monday we had to make a trip into Lancaster to go back to Vision Express where we’d bought the frames. Unfortunately the lenses had to be ordered in specially. We are now waiting to hear when we can go in to collect one pair and have the others done. We are half hoping it might be next week, when going into Lancaster should be quieter than over the Easter weekend.

For all these reasons it’s made it a long week. Even now I half think it’s Saturday! Next week will probably seem short as Angie comes as usual on Monday.