More colour

It is with great relief that I say that the Fox is getting back to normal. Yesterday, for the first time in over a month, I prepared something like the normal amount of potatoes. He managed nearly half of them. I feel that at last he’s starting to eat adult portions. I’ve parboiled a similar number for sautéing this evening. I’m confident the fish we’re having will not be too heavy for him. He’s at least stabilised as far as his weight is concerned & there’s more colour in his face.

Admittedly part of the colour in his face may have been a mixture of anger & frustration. Yesterday wasn’t a good day.

It started for me when I got a letter from the hospital with an appointment. Earlier this week I’d changed the time on-line as I was already at a different department seeing a different specialist at the original time. You can imagine my panic when I discovered the letter showed that first time again. I hastily checked the on-line time. Still the altered time. Then I realised the letter was dated Saturday. I didn’t change the time until Monday, when I’d got the original notification, so obviously they hadn’t realised I would be changing it.

Then we got a phone call from the dentist changing that appointment time. That didn’t particularly upset me as it is only for a check-up.

We then went along to the surgery for the Fox’s blood let to be told the appointment had been cancelled as the nurse had called in ill that day. They reckoned they’d texted us on our mobile phone. Our mobile phone is only switched on if we need it, once a month if that. I tried switching on the phone. No sign of any text. The Fox tried to rearrange the appointment. This bloodletting is supposed to be done before the Fox’s hospital trip for his abdominal scan next week so there was no choice of a different time. So now he has an inconvenient time at a surgery the other side of Morecambe which we have yet to locate.

We decided to see if we could find this surgery next. Could we find it? No, we turned down the back street we’d been told to. No sign. We turned round at the end of a cul-de-sac. Just as we were coming out of a tricky junction on the main road I glanced back & saw a sign concerning the surgery. We couldn’t be bothered to try again. (I’m thinking of taking the Satnav with us when we next go out in the car & see if the surgery is on its of local medical establishments.)

We went on to the golf club for a sit down & a calm down. The Fox was absolutely fuming by now. What do we find? There is a funeral party being held. As there was 130 guests all three rooms were full. Members weren’t allowed in.

We adjourned to Snatchems with our cruising friends who’d arrived at the golf club at the same time & felt as disgruntled as we were. What’s the point of paying for membership of a club if they’re going to put on dos like this so there is nowhere left for the members to socialise? We all let off steam at Snatchems, feeling pacified watching the swallows & herons on the estuary below.