Hospital Appointment

I set the alarm clock very early as the appointment was for 9.30 and the traffic is notoriously heavy and slow on the route at that time.

Actually, I can't really be totally accurate re the appointment time. The letter stated 9.30, but but also included the instruction "Please arrive 15 minutes early (what's that all about? ) I was like a whirlwind, multi tasking all over the place, feed cats, make tea, drink tea, turn fish tank lights on, shower, dress and go. I didn't even have my usual post shower cup of coffee, so keen was I to get going and beat the traffic.

Trundling happily along the North Devon link road I decided to stop and get a newspaper so that I would be able to have a go at the crossword while waiting. Into petrol station, a quick £20's worth of petrol (I have found that once the tank shows just below a quarter, the remaining fuel seems to disappear at an alarming rate) grab newspaper, pay and set off again.

Making good progress, so I didn't get all stressy and would arrive in plenty of time, cool calm and collected. Which I did.

My other worry had been that there might not be room in the car park, which is often the case with later appointments, hence my request for an early morning slot. Arrived, pulled in to car park, loads of spaces, parked up. Phew! brilliant, made it with time to spare!

I thought I would have a quick look at the results from Ascot yesterday. Opened the paper, took out sport section, started to read. As I looked at the paper I started to get an inkling that something was amiss. Looked again at the paper, rummaged through my handbag for the hospital letter. Look at paper, look at letter, repeat.

The appointment was actually for tomorrow. And which department was it for? The Memory Clinic