I actually dropped Hubby off at 6.15 this morning as we made good time. This isn’t really surprising bearing in mind what time it was!
Reception was open so he was able to go straight in, and I came home.
The satnav told me to turn left but we’d turned left into the hospital and I could remember the road so took a right.
All was familiar, which is no main feat seeing as it was pitch black when we arrived and I was half asleep in the passenger seat.
Then it all went belly up.
Ms Sat Nav sent me on my merry way to DONCASTER.
There is no mention, up, down, sideways glance or otherwise, of Doncaster on our route, and nowhere safe to stop as traffic was getting heavier, so I just had to follow directions.
I passed a few right hand turns that could have put me on the road we came in on but I wasn’t sure, so put my utmost faith in a machine and just hoped it was right!
I breathed a sigh of relief when I approached a set of traffic lights with a coffee wagon in the layby which I recognised. All was good after that and Doncaster was kicked into touch as I picked up the main route and knew where I was. Even more importantly, I knew where I was going.
These roads are familiar from our house hunting travels but I don’t quite know how I managed to follow Missy and end up going through the centre of Lincoln. This is a bottleneck in its own right, and I could’ve kicked myself for taking the third exit off the roundabout as per instructions instead of the usual second. As it happens though, this might not have been a bad thing as roadworks were due to open at 6.30 on the by pass, and I would have been slap bang in the middle of single file traffic and loads of HGVs.
Once through the city, I got caught behind a stream of vehicles behind not one, but two fully laden tractors, for over 10 miles.
It was home ground now though, so I was quite content and we stopped off at the picnic area for a potty break and to stretch our legs. We had stopped twice on the way up and previously on the way back but Maggie preferred to stay in the car. She did a wee, then it was home via the supermarket to get some bacon as I fancied a bacon baguette for lunch to go with some mushrooms I had left over. I also snuck in a danish pastry to boost my sugar and energy levels.
I walked the dog round the block, then settled down for a nap. Maggie wasn’t having any of it in the bedroom, so I curled up on the settee and catnapped for about an hour as I was watching the clock. The next thing I knew it was midday.
After lunch, I walked the dog again, then went to refuel the car as we don’t like to let it go below a half tank these days. The total journey was 162 miles so even with my little detours, there was little difference in distance to the 80.6 miles there.
Hubby’s surgery was due at midday. I rang the hospital an hour ago and he wasn’t back yet. We’re not too sure if he would be having keyhole surgery or something more substantial. Our friend over the road had this operation about 10 years ago and was in theatre for 5 hours. Things have changed a lot since then though, especially as it was his surgeon’s ‘first time’. Hubby had sent me a message to say he’d met with his surgeon and he seemed a nice guy. I’ve left a message anyway and got the extension number of the ward for when I ring later.
All I can do now is wait.
Thank you all for your kind wishes and thoughts. It means so much and I’ll be back later when I’ve got some more news.