The Last Fortnight - Part 2

On Monday I walked aimlessly for miles then sat in a cafe and cried quietly over a gluten free brownie while my husband had his angiogram, which was all clear. Thrilled with the news I felt I could slowly uncoil and commenced my daily routine of buying us both a new pair of underwear (travelling with just a small handbag had lost it’s novelty by day 4). At 2.55pm I got “the nod” from the waiting room nonnas and we all filed in to see our husbands for the allocated hour, before I finished the day with a hotel bed picnic and an early bedtime.