Getting back to normal

It is so good to be getting back to normal. We managed a food shop yesterday. It was only a small one, but we both managed it without adverse side effects. We celebrated by popping down to our local pub where we joined our cruising friends who are still trying to escape the misery of house-hunting. It’s really getting them down. Another couple of friends came along to join us. We then moved into the more restaurant part of the pub & had a meal.

We usually have the fish & chips there. Nice & simple, just what we fancied. We put our order in to be told the cod had come in a rather small size. Did we want that? We agreed though we supplemented it with a bowl of homemade tomato soup. We were bemused when we got the bill to see this small size of battered cod was called fish finger. All I can say is most ready battered cod fillets you get in the freezer compartment in the supermarket are smaller than the fish we’d just had. It certainly wasn’t a fish finger! The only thing you could really say is that it wasn’t the whale that overhangs the plate that they usually serve here. It was good, though the chips were really rather too fat.

I’m bemused by my post this week. Yesterday I got a letter from the hospital. I’ve got an appointment with Orthotics to sort out my new knee braces. Today I got another letter from the hospital. This time it is from the Breast Clinic with an appointment. Both appointments are on the same day. I’m telling myself it will get both jobs done in one trip. There’s a couple of hours between appointments so we may have a bit of a look around Lancaster, or go along to the nearby garden centre or over to Glasson & the smokehouse – we’re out of smoked salmon at the moment. If the first appointment takes longer than expected we may just end up popping into the café for a drink. It will certainly be a busy day.