Plans scuppered

Today we intended to go to Hubby’s GP appointment and then I was going to settle down to make some cards for some special people.
Ah, it did not go that way!
Well, it was a plan and we all know Plans for us NEVER pan out!

First we had a parcel to collect from the sorting office 12 miles away as it needed a signature. All weekend we have been racking our brains trying to think who would have sent us a parcel that needed to be signed for, and we came up with no-one.
Anyway, we collected it this morning and it was from my SW bestie, bless her, who had parcelled up some goodies for us.

Next it was to the Post Office itself to send off my gift to her and post one for our neighbour as we were going anyway and it was a nightmare using the PO here in town.
There was a queue almost outside the door, and so the auto doors were forever open, making the store extremely cold. There were seven people in front of me, and Hubby came in after about twenty minutes as he was anxious. There were five people in front of me then. The husband of the woman directly in front came in absolutely furious at her taking so long. Being now third in the queue she stood her ground and said she was not prepared to go to another post office and join an equally, if not longer queue there. She had two letters that had to be weighed and measured, so couldn’t just buy stamps over the counter elsewhere. He was not happy and stormed out.
I eventually got served and was back at the car after a total of about forty minutes, leaving nine people behind me in the queue. Hubby had bought some supplies (aka Belgian buns) for stamina and we came home, it being an hour before his GP appointment.
He decided to go up on his own, so I got my kit out and just as I’d put some things on the table, the phone rang. The doc wanted Hubby to have some blood tests, and the first available appointment (no sit and wait clinic for this anymore as it worked extremely well so they decided to make it appointment only) was Dec 17th. So he came home to collect me and it was up to the nearest hospital (17 miles away).
We parked with ease, were pointed in the right direction by reception, rang the bell and were seen immediately by a lovely lady who had taken Hubby’s blood before we’d finished with the usual pleasantries.
The surgery should receive the results tonight. As to when they will be put on his notes is anyone’s guess.

So, my card making session didn’t start until late afternoon as when we got back it was gone one pm and we hadn’t had lunch yet. Luckily, I had prepared all the veg already for our three day stew so it was just a case of turning it on. I managed to make three cards before eating.
Our neighbour came in this afternoon for some company, so I was able to give her the one Hot off the Press and she really liked it. I’d made Hubby’s as well and saved a botch job for my third effort.
I managed to make another four and a birthday card (another salvage job) before it was too dark to work, even with a positional light. By now it was late and I was glad I’d already decided not to go to SW tonight. I got so cold last week, and it’s even colder today.
My friends won’t be there anyway, and it’s a tasting session next week so I shall make some more of my cocktail sticks and take those in as they are only one sin each.
Tomorrow, we are going down to the garden centre for our twinkly lights, and hopefully a few other little bit and bobs. I shall take the camera as they have the automaton reindeer there and they will be singing. It’s a true Santa’s Grotto and I can’t wait!

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