Long weekend and appointment with surgeon.

Nigel was "let out" this weekend. Lionel finished his stay at Cambo so he was able to bring Nigel home on Friday. They got here about 1pm and we had a long, lazy lunch outside helped down with a bottle of St Emilion that Lionel gave us. He's a nice chap and am sure we will keep in touch with him.
On Saturday we drove over to Marciac to have lunch on the boat with Kate and Peter. It has become a favourite meeting place for the four of us as it is about half way between our respective abodes. It will probably be the last meeting this year as they are off down to Spain for the winter before long.
Sunday was a day at home with Nigel back to "pottering" around, cutting grass, pruning the cherry tree and generally enjoying his freedom!
We left after lunch on Monday for Bayonne and his appointment with Dr Clerc at the clinic. We had a brief stop, en route, to visit the beach at Ondres. It was a beautiful day, bright sun and 25C. There were quite a few people sunbathing and a few paddling in the shallows. The sea was quite rough though and not safe for swimming.
Nigel's appointment was for 4pm but by 4.45 we were still waiting. I was getting quite worried as I didn't want to be late leaving Cambo for the journey back home. Anyway then a lady came into the waiting room who Nigel recognised as being another of the patients at Cambo. I went and asked her if she had come in by ambulance and if so did she think that Nigel could go back with them. I went off with her to find the driver and after explaining the position to her she rang her boss and said that she would be able to take Nigel back as well. Sigh of relief! I went back to the waiting room and found that Nigel had finally gone in to see the Dr so I tapped on the door and went in. He seems pleased with Nigel's progress and has decided to operate next Tuesday. He will be taken there on Monday afternoon from Cambo. It's a possibility that he will go back to Cambo after the op for a period of convalesence We then had another wait to see the anaethetist. I went and got Nigel's belongings from the car and then did all the paperwork for his admission. By now the ambulance driver was chomping at the bit and ready to be off as it was fast approaching 6pm. Luckily, when I went back to the waiting room Nigel had gone in to see the anaethetist so all was well. I said goodbye to him and made my way back home. I shall go and spend the day with him next Sunday. I can't say that he is looking forward to the op but of course he will be glad when it is behind him.