Tomorrow, when I arrive in my mother's village, somehow I've got to warm up the car, then get my mother in it and drive her to the (specialist) doctor in Guildford. It's turning into a major expedition (did we bring the right rug? did I put the potatoes in the oven to bake so they're ready when we come back? Have we got the Disabled Parking Permit to park near the Hospital.
The one thing I can't be is late. But, after yesterday's unscheduled bus trip on the way to Bexhill, today I was an hour late for a business meeting at Gatwick because the train was diverted following a track suicide. I'm getting paranoid and plan to leave here at 7.30
