Sorry I am late in writing this but the reason was that my day didn't end very well.
Let's start at the beginning. Lynne had a fasting blood test whatever that meant. I was allowed into the surgery and she left me in the car with Peter which was boring as he rarely talks to me but read his newspaper.
We then went off for breakfast on our way to Eastbourne, Apparantly they often come to this Bungalow cafe