Better half’s hand operation

Well today’s an unusual kind of day I’m sat in an Asda carpark wasting my hours away . You see my better half (this is debatable) is in the hospital, he’s having an operation tho it should only be quite little . He has Dupuytren's disease (Viking’s hand) on both his hands so the surgeon will open it up and tighten up strands . Whilst this is his left one coz his right one was mended, he had surgery on it last year when we both attended

So I am sat in the carpark as you already know watching trolleys get pushed to and fro, I will wait here probably most of the day but I’ve nowhere else to go so this is where I shall stay . I would go to the hospital and wait around, there’s a cafe with food and drink to be found but my problem with that is the carpark price, it’s very expensive coz I’ve been there twice . When I drove him this morning at the crack of dawn, I hadn’t had shut eye so I was weary and forlorn . I parked my car and walked him in and sat by his day bed listening to the hospital din . Well we waited two hours then they wheeled him away so I drove to Asda to pass away the day

But my two hours parking was far too much, a couple of quid should have sufficed as such . Over a fiver was what the machine said, as I reluctantly paid it and shook my head . So I shall sit in my car staring at the shoppers, it’s very exciting I am watching some coppers . Goodness know’s what is going on but it’s entertaining when all’s said and done . So tata for now I will talk to you soon, I have a sandwich to eat coz it’s twelve o’ clock noon . By the time my husband rings me as I told him to do, I shall be growing a beard feeling ever so blue . Never-the-less tomorrow will soon be here and I’m staying at home, you can have no fear