Market, Morris men, minding kids, medical and misunderstanding

I may have forgotten to mention that the day before we had Sunday lunch in the garden, we went into town. I had a few bad nights, so overslept on that Saturday morning, and we ran late all day. As we were so late that we drove into town, plus the fact that I wanted to go up into the old High Street later. We parked at the shopping centre, and as we came out through the doors into what is now the market area, there were emergency vehicles in the pedestrianised area, about four people dressed in red jumpsuits, helmets and carrying various bags came striding through. I heard someone say, 'Oh here come the air ambulance crew.' Thinking back I had seen what looked like an air ambulance flying over as we drove down. Being the nosey person that I am, I asked someone at a stall what was going on, and he said he had heard that someone had had a heart attack.  Oh dear, poor person, but at least everything possible was being done.
I carried on to where I was going, at the same time wondering where the air ambulance could have landed. As I walked along,  could hear what sounded like Morris dancing, and sure enough, as I peeked into the old market square, there was a side performing. A few minutes later, a few more Morris dancers were mingling with the crowd, publicising what they were doing. I felt a bit  sad that there were so few people watching them, but there didn't seem to have been much advance publicity about the event. As I walked back to the market, there seemed to be more interest in what was going on behind a tarpaulin  pulled over one of the market stalls. One of the stallholders was trying to clear everyone away, so that they could take someone into a waiting ambulance. I steered well clear, and met up with husband to finish our shopping.
We drove up to the Old High Street, and as we passed the place where the events venue used to be, I saw the air ambulance on the patch of grass there. The old High Street has been revamped,and made one way, and we had difficulty at first knowing where to park.  Having parked we headed for the cycle shop, We saw there were more Morris dancers in the square there, and as we walked along saw the air ambulance taking off.
The bike shop seemed to be full of racing bikes. I suppose that since the Olympics there has been renewed interest in racing. Downstairs, there were 2 old fashioned ladies' bikes, but on enquiring the price, was told one was £450, the other £550! We left the shop, and headed for the square, where another Morris side were performing. I spotted a former neighbour of ours, who used to do a lot of Morris, but he has put on weight, and age hasn't been kind to his knees, so he now plays the squeezebox.
During a lull, I went over and renewed our acquaintance. He just about remembered us, he now lives in Snowdonia, and was just down for the festival. I seem to remember that about 10 years ago he was the Town crier in a nearby City, He has a very strong Yorkshire voice, and announced in town crier tones that there would be a final session, back in the town centre market square, with all 8 Morris sides dancing.

Whilst in the old town we went into one of the antique shops for a browse, but didn't buy. Just as well as I'm still trying to declutter. We looked at some other shops, but it some were closed, so we got in the car and drove home.
We had a visiting preacher on the Sunday. We were talking about a member of the congregation, after the service, who unbeknown to us had been in hospital during that week. That reminded me of the previous day's incident in town. I asked someone if they knew about it and was told she had heard it was a stallholder who had collapsed, but despite everything, had not survived, very sad.
The weather was still extremely warm, so husband uncovered the garden table, and we ate our roast on the patio.
The following Tuesday, I tried ringing my old friend who had been in hospital, but got no reply. after lunch we went to our local garden centre, which now has a coffee shop. My pots on the outside wall were looking straggly, so I bought 50 small daffs, as the tall ones just don't stand up, I also bought cyclamen and Winter flowering pansies, to plant on top of the bulbs. I replace a wooden trough which is falling apart, and probably wouldn't last the winter. Thankfully I had gardening club vouchers to spend, so that reduced the bill. Husband bought some other stuff, he seems to begetting into pot growing as well, ( as in terracotta pots, not 'weed'). I must see that he doesn't encroach my space. We also tried their new coffee shop. The decaff was very flavoursome, sometimes it's like stewed cardboard. we also tried their cookies, mmmmm!
We had the children again on the  Wednesday afternoon and all day Thursday. It is still difficult to know how Nathaniel is settling at school, he does regress at times in his behaviour, and seems to need lots of cuddles. Mostly he is his own sweet self, amazing us with what he talks about. I feel I'm getting to know Lydia better as I now have more one to one. She did change her nap times to afternoon, but even that varies. she still charms everyone she meets with her sweet little smile, but is still every bit as determined as her brother, and definitely has selective hearing.
My friend eventually rang me, sounding much better than she has for months, it was their wedding anniversary when I tried to ring, and they had been out for lunch, then for a drive, her first outing in a while.
I had tried to make an appointment for my annual meds review, but the 'in advance' appointments were booked up. The receptionist told me how I could book an appointment, online, the evening prior to when I wanted, and I managed to get an early afternoon slot. The Doctor accepted my early morning and late evening B P readings, weighed me, slightly up, then discussed exercise and whether it would be good for me to take up cycling again. Prescription unchanged, I left clutching my blood test forms. She wasn't going to have the thyroid checked as it was done in June, as part of the investigation into my occasional double vision. The prism in the driving glasses does help, but I'm still tempted to shut one eye, as I've been doing it so long.
I thought I had found the bike I wanted in St Albans, but when we drove over there, was told I had misread the site and the stock is only sold online. I'd rather not buy without seeing it and trying it out for leg length etc. Disgruntled, I couldn't be bothered to try any other cycle shops and we drove home, and I made fish pie, lovely comfort food, we had peas, and I had ketchup on the side, much to husband's disgust. But as I explained, it is good for you as it contains cooked tomatoes, and lycopene. Sadly, readers, he remains unconvinced. The weather took a turn for the worst that week, with the temperatures plunging, sadly no more al fresco eating