Naughty seaside postcards, brain scan and a curve ball

 We had another brilliant fun day yesterday, we went to Minehead for the day, leaving husband and Betty at home.  Walked all the way up one side of the high street and a couple of side streets, browsing in lots of shops, then had lunch in the Wetherspoons at the top.  Walked back down the other side of the street, in and out of the shops, laughing at sister's friend who loves trying on hats, one of which made her look like Bill and Ben (cartoon characters from our childhood).  We all giggled like schoolgirls at a stand of naughty postcards - they weren't really naughty, just the old fashioned sort of cartoonish innuendo ones featuring mostly very fat or very busty ladies and very skinny little men.  Then we sat at the outside tables of a seafront cafe having coffee and ice cream, before having a little walk along the promenade....a little walk as by this time we were knackered (we'd done a lot of walking and it was a very warm day).

When we got home, husband said that he'd had a phone call from the psychologist Hannah from the memory assessment team - she would have to ring whilst I was out! 😒  Naturally, husband couldn't remember many details about what she'd said - she mentioned the brain scan results being in but he'd forgotten what the result was.  She also said they want him to go to the clinic and have some more tests - more extensive ones that they can't do at home - he said she asked that I be there as well once again, so I can give my opinions.  I could ring her today, but she told husband she'll be writing to us with the results and the appointment date, so might just wait for the letter.

Husband also said that one of our lovely neighbours here at home had told him she wants to host an afternoon tea party for our upcoming ruby wedding anniversary, she's going to invite most of our other neighbours, it's to take place next weekend, she was checking that the date would be alright - husband said it was, without consulting me or the calendar.  He apparently also made himself a doctor's appointment for next week.  Now, today we're going to the caravan (sister and friend will be staying in the hotel next door to the caravan park) and we're staying for a fortnight.....you may remember I said that once sister and friend have gone home, husband and I (plus Betty of course) are going to have a week or so of days out, to celebrate our anniversary.  Except now we've got to come home, twice during that week, to attend things that husband has arranged or agreed to.  Although the afternoon tea party can be classed as a day out, of course, it is a lovely thing for our neighbour to do, after all.  It's just that I work hard to plan and arrange all our (mostly his) medical appointments and dog appointments....for her grooming sessions and her ongoing regular ear treatment....and anything else we might be doing, fit in when we're going to stay at the caravan, and carefully put it all on the calendar that's on the kitchen door, but husband is always lobbing a curve ball at me and disrupting things.  Oh well, it's not as though I'm not used to having to rearrange things.

The party, although as I said it is a lovely thing for our neighbour to do, will be a bit anxiety inducing for me.  Husband is always the life and soul of a party or gathering, he loves being surrounded by a lot of friends and family, being the centre of attention, talking the hind legs off a donkey and telling jokes.  I'm the opposite though, I'm not really comfortable with being the focus of attention, I prefer to blend into the background and just people watch.  I'm sounding a bit ungrateful - I'm really not, we have such lovely neighbours here, get on so well with most of them and it's such a nice little community to live in.  I just get a bit anxious in certain situations.....I'll have to take a double dose of my anxiety meds on that day!