Auntie Maud had her MRI scan yesterday. It wasn't as bad as she anticipated but it did wear her out. So much so that today she was in a 'It's time for me to go home' mood. And she didn't mean her little flat.
I should have taken that as a sign and made my excuses and left. Instead we spent my visit reminiscing about all the members of our extended family that have died over the last forty years.
At one point, talking about the lady who'd been in the next bed, Auntie Maud said, 'She's gone to a higher ward.'
'Oh dear,' I said, thinking that, as this was a one storey building, it was a euphemism meaning she'd died.
'Yes, up to Ward 1 as she's going home soon.'
Course that could still mean ...
On my way there the car started slowing down. The harder I pressed the pedal, the slower it went until it stopped completely. My motto in these cases is 'Don't panic! Just because you're potentially stuck in the middle of the road in a car that won't go, is no reason to panic. Switch off and try starting again.'
Which I did and it did. And then I realised I'd had my foot on the brake instead of the accelerator.
Now me and him are going for a walk in the woods where I plan to practise screaming.