Hot and very dry, I had my bone scan at the hospital so we got ready and caught the bus. We had to go in the buggy bay because a bloke was sat in the wheelchair bay and wouldn't move. Selfish git. The bus driver didn't say anything ( one of the regular drivers would have) so Kev parked me there and I held on for grim death.
The tram was easier, as it always is. We got to the hospital and then got lost. We had to find the main reception and someone took us there just in time for my appointment. Even the lady who took us there said you wouldn't find it on your own. She only knew where it was by taking someone there a day previously.
It wasn't sign posted only laminated sheets on the wall not on the main boards.
The scan was fine. The ladies were very helpful. All done and dusted in about 20 minutes.
Now the sad part on our way to the bus, we bumped into Isobel who lives round the corner we asked how her husband George was... Our hearts sank as she welled up and told us he had passed away Sunday morning... OMG we were shocked. We only saw him in the garden last week. Yes he was a big guy, and had lots of health problems, but still a shock. Poor Isobel.
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