Wednesday 27th Feb

Fog watching is really catching on in the Perry household, and I feel I must take the major part of the blame for inflicting this on the family, though it is primarily a pre-breakfast sport. That is to say you stick your head out of the curtains, and there it is, or not, as the case may be. It could be mist of course, but having looked at Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fog I’m none the wiser, and anyway mist watching is not such a great sounding sport.

Hospital appointment in the afternoon for a regulation check-up. Saw the new consultant who was only running 35 minutes late. It’s a funny sensation sitting waiting to be called and trying to work out who is in front of you in the queue. The lady in front of me was in for about 25 minutes, I was in and out in 5. Strange thing is I felt aggrieved that I got less time, even though I know I should have been happy as it means all is well with me. Peculiar things people where health is concerned. The appointments clerk then looks me in the eye and says 3pm, some date in February 2014 for my next appointment, expecting me to know if I’m double booked on a date over a year hence!

Mrs P was planning to go to Zumba this evening, but I had an event to attend at school, and I said I’d be back to take her for 7:15pm. Well as you know, you sometimes get talking to people, and time flies, and before you know it ... there you are driving home and it’s 7.45pm! By the time I got home for a large slice of humble pie, Mrs P was ensconced over a cup of tea and a biscuit, and it’s my fault her fitness regime has had a setback. Apparently, this counts as me standing her up, to much hilarity from the teenagers.

Yours in the doghouse

Jay