And my daughter asked where her two summer dressers were. Wife volunteered that she put them in my draws, well she did put one in my draws, the other was in my grab bag. So I got both out for her, which she promptly left at my house - so I figured one last time, once before work coffee and once for lunch at the mall.
I had an appointment with a therapist, not a gender therapist, but a cancer therapist, okay I did turn up in a low cut black top and business jacket, heels and nice pants. What I learned was that I was better off taking lessons from Frank Herbert (Author of DUNE) -you know - "fear is the mind killer", "little reeds bend before the hurricane" or something like that - it was decades ago that I read the books.
Anyway, while I was waiting for the appointed time with the therapist (and in different outfit including a wig), I had coffee at Columbus coffee next to Auckland Hospital, got bored, hoped on a bus to Newmarket shops, walked around a bit before having a cup of tea, then bussed back to the hospital.