My MRI was cancelled today due to a “major technical fault” with the scanner. I won’t pretend that I didn’t do a little happy dance – even though it’s only been put back until Friday (and now I have the added worry that it’s broken and will some how lock me in by mistake).
As I already had babysitters in place and Mark had booked the day off to hold my hand (or stop me bumping into things if I decided to take the calming drugs), he and I had a rare opportunity – a child-free day.
And, quite frankly, we didn’t know what to do with ourselves.
“We could book a hotel room,” Mark suggested. We looked at each other and at the exact same moment said: “Sleeeeep” in much the same way I swoon over chocolate or cake (mainly chocolate). Just look at the bags under our eyes, you can see we need some zzzzzzs.
As this seemed a rather expensive way to get a bit of shut eye we decided to head into Norwich instead but it soon became clear that we had lost the ability to make decisions that didn’t factor in a child.
What should we do with all of those free hours? Cinema? Shopping? Sightseeing? Where should we eat? What should we eat?
So. Much. Choice.
Too much, in fact. In the end we tossed a coin to pick between two restaurants and, after a bit of shopping, we were home by 2pm.
I can’t work out whether it’s a bit sad that we didn’t know how to make the most of our day or really rather lovely that our lives revolve around Freya and her wants and needs so much. Isn’t that the way it should be?
We did enjoy a lovely long sit down and chat over a cup of tea (hot choc for me) when we first arrived and a wander around Jarrold Books where I picked up Levison Wood’s Walking the Himalayas. I loved my trip to (a tiny bit of) India and I really want to go to Nepal one day but for now I’m happy to read about it.
After that though we were just pleased to come home.
What would you do if you had a free day (I’m storing up ideas just in case it ever happens again!)