Feeling cheesed off!

Sophie didn't go to the gym this morning, and I woke up at 7.30am to find her getting ready for work. Shortly after she left, Keith went to Tesco, and I pootled about tidying the kitchen and enjoying a coffee.

By 10am, I was wishing I'd gone to work! I've volunteered to help out with a job that Sheila normally does, and will be doing extra hours on Wednesdays until 2pm, giving me the best of both worlds. I said I'd start next week, but the way I felt this morning made me wish I'd gone in today!

After lunch, Keith and I drove to the care home, picked up some things for Mum and then went to Tesco to buy her a couple of nightdresses, drinks and cakes. I needed to have Keith with me because of the lack of parking at the hospital, and I was glad I did, as both car parks were full. We went into the multi-storey and spent ten minutes queuing, but it was clear there weren't any spaces. I then left, and we tried the small car park nearest the hospital entrance, but the member of staff "helping" said there was an hour's wait. I had no choice but to leave Keith parked in the queue while I went in and tried to find the ward Mum was on. 

I eventually found it on the first floor, but she had gone down to surgery. I had called earlier today and had been warned of this, but I couldn't not go in again today. I left my bag of shopping with a nurse and fled. I hate hospitals with a vengeance!

Keith was still waiting, and I chatted to the woman driving the car in front of us, who was as fed up as we were. It's ridiculous that there are so few spaces! We drove home via Loddington, and when we arrived back, we had a well-deserved cup of tea and a biscuit. Simple things!

As Sophie had cooked for the last few nights, I made the beef stroganoff tonight. Keith had already prepared the vegetables and meat, so all I had to do was cook everything and then leave it to simmer gently.

Sophie was over the moon when she arrived home, and we sat and watched the Tour de France from Provence. It started in Montpellier and finished at the top of Mont Ventoux. We saw the riders flash through  Chateauneuf-du-Pape and then Bédoin, and we saw the restaurant we'd eaten in last October!

Before the finish, we ate dinner, and it was lovely, thank goodness! I would have been upset if it hadn't matched Sophie's high standards! We then watched the long, hard climb up to the summit of Mont Ventoux and the number of people cheering them on was fantastic!