Loyal readers will remember that the first Echocardiogram involved an attractive young Australian woman rubbing gell on my chest in a darkened room. Today involved a half hour wait (how do NHS appointment systems work?) and a Russian woman with gell and heavy hands. Anyway, no results until I see the consultant on Friday.
We went from the JR into town for lunch, very pleasant sausage baguette in Georgina's in the covered market. The plan was then to go to the Edward Lear exhibition at the Ashmolean. Unfortunately the Ashmolean is closed Mondays. Ooops.
So we got the bus back top the car and came home.