My Husband

I understand that Going Gently isn't quite like most blogs because it follows the loose narrative that is my daily existence. I can't apologise for that, for that the way the thing has evolved , the only down side is that sometimes the entries can be somewhat pedestrian in nature. Bear with me.

Yesterday I had the car because it was vet visit day for William. Our vets is a country practice located in a busy and very Welsh market town  17 miles away. The surgery doesn't open until 2pm so I stopped at the butchers to buy a homemade scotch egg ( incidentally the same butchers that processed our pigs) and shared it with William in the waiting room at 1.50 pm.
(He prefers the sausage meat and allows me to keep the eggy middle for myself)
I always get to the vets early, as I hate to get in that bunfight of waiting behind a load of people that think their baby is better than yours.

The George Clooney and Russell Crowe vet were not on duty, so we were seen by the Bridget Jones vet who gave William a detailed examination and charged me a fortune for a steroid injection, antibiotics and some antifungal shampoo. I kept some scotch egg aside to give him when Bridget checked his anal glands. It kept him quiet.

Anyhow as we  left the now packed waiting room a middle aged man stood up with a smile and extended his hand to shake mine.  I had no idea who he was, nor did I recognise his  smiling wife who was sitting next to him  with a small poodle  on her knee.
" Did your wedding go well?" He asked and seeing my sudden confusion quickly added his name with the added explanation " you admitted me to ICU  in February "
It was typical of meeting someone that you have only seen once before in a completely different situation as I only vaguely recognised him, so I smiled broadly and shook him warmly by the hand.
I told him that he looked well and so he did.
It was then I remembered him. He had been very poorly but chatty when he came under our care , and in passing, in a way of reducing his anxieties, I had told him a little about the wedding plans. I looked after him for around eight hours.
" So the day went well? " the man said and I replied " It was the best day"
The couple smiled together and the man said easily  " And that is how it should be .....give our very best to your husband"

I think it was the genuine easiness of the remark that pleased me the most. Genuine easiness and genuine interest. I have a new husband and a relative stranger celebrated the fact with no edge at all.