It's an enigma

If you're going to change lanes and jump in front of someone you'd be advised to make sure it's not a police car.

He must have seen the terror in my eyes as he just said, "Make sure you look in your mirror."

But I did look in my mirror and saw the police car, but he was a long way behind. I'm sure it wasn't as close as he claimed. "This close!" I had to resist the urge to say, "Yes, sir, sorry, sir, forgive me, sir."

The bit of road he wanted me to stop on was mostly double yellow lines. Fortunately there was a little pull-in place I could stop in, but if I'd stopped on the double yellow would I have got in trouble for that too?

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Yesterday Husband woke up in a blood-soaked bed. It seems the injection he's been having in his stomach to stop clotting was working too well.

The coronary care consultant popped in when I was there in the evening. Said the echocardiogram would probably happen today (Monday) and they'd nag the max fax people to come and check his teeth, so hopefully by this evening we'll have a better idea of what's happening.

Husband's consultant surgeon's registrar also popped in. They are aware that Husband is in and are expecting him at some point so it's all looking positive. It just depends when they can find a slot for his operation. 

When Husband was in hospital for a week at a time having chemotherapy back in the 90s we played the travel version of a game called Enigma, where you have to work out riddles. I dug out the game and took it in yesterday. We must have been smarter thirty years ago because we struggled to do any of them!