I am very bad at reading instructions. It has always been thus. Not just since I got older, but always. Even as a child I remember tearing the wrapping card off things rather than reading where to open the wretched box. Now when I am in a cafe and presented with a biscuit in a cellophane wrapper, I can never open the thing and usually rely on whoever is with me to do it for me. (thanks W if you are reading this!)
This evening our new tumble drier has been delivered, along with an instruction book. The book is very complicated and my patience is rather short so I am really wondering how I shall get on in the morning when I wash the towels (which I have been keeping since Monday for just this occasion) - I intend to do it without asking the farmer for help if I can. I always say that when we married, he (a farmer) thought that I (a retired Head of Department from a very large comprehensive) was so very clever. It has been downhill all the way since in the intervening twenty one years as my failings have been revealed. Tomorrow may be one more.
Hospital appointment went very well and I have been 'signed off' unless I have another attack. The hospital is forty miles away so is a long journey, although an easy one. And the cafe does delicious lunches - we had glorious smoked salmon and soft cheese sandwiches with our coffee. And we managed to find a friend, who has been in there for ten days; the staff on reception were very helpful and he was so pleased to see us as his days seem endless. His family all live sixty miles away, which makes for an even longer journey.
The weather here has been so beautiful - glorious sunshine since around eleven o'clock this morning, although the sun was directly in our eyes on the return journey. Very stormy conditions forecast for Friday onwards so we need to make the most of it.