I got a call from my husband while I was at work. He’d been to the cashpoint machine and taken out some money. He was all of a fluster as he said “I took out more than I intended.”
“How much?” I asked
“I can’t say exactly how much because I am on the bus and people might hear – but it is hundreds.”
At that point there were one or two raised eyebrows in the office as I 'slightly' hissed at him down the phone to stop talking about it if he was on a bus (a bit late seeing as he’d already declared he had ‘hundreds’ on him!)
I tried to keep calm and just said encouragingly that he needed to keep it safe until he got home – but then I spent the rest of the afternoon worried that he would be mugged by someone who had overheard. I didn’t dare phone him again to see how he was in case he launched back into the money conversation again!
Still, glad to say he came home in one bit and even had the spare money safe and sound – even if I do have one more white hair as a result
We were able to have a laugh about it tonight, but it was short lived because there was a letter from the hospital for him.
The date for my husband’s neurological assessment feedback has come through - it’s next Thursday 16th August.
I don’t know why I felt so down afterwards, we both know how he has struggled with the tests etc – but I am full of dread about hearing a professional actually voice our fears, even though we can’t be told anything worse than we already think.
How weird is that?