A day out in Manchester

When I was moaning on Sunday that the house project seems to dominate our time / discussions, Quent said "Never mind, we've got a day out tomorrow".

And so we drove up to Manchester in the rain, Quent had his scan and we drove back again. We even had some hospital food and a cup of tea in the services on the way home. He knows how to treat a woman, my husband.

Still, what could be better than hearing that the scan was clear again? We remain in the "high risk" zone, but the results are as good as they come. There is still a lot of scarring from all the ops Quent has had, but even this looks better than last time, apparently. Slowly but surely, Quent's body is on the mend.