There’s a Vibe in my Soup III:
The Meddlesome Wife is having a little problem knowing what to do with herself. Having practically polished off everything in the fridge in a fest of guilt-free, fast and furious eating, she is twiddling her thumbs. There is no soup-stirring going on. The house is still. The dogs snore. The rain, depressingly, falls ...
Where is our hero?
Our hero has gone back to our ‘expert’ in the not-so-exotic South. He is to have some tests that will measure the tumours so that they know what dose to administer of the magical drug that will allow the light fantastic to do its wonders.
And the Meddlesome Wife has done all the stirring she can for the moment – both of the literal and metaphorical variety.
There were swirling mists this time at the airport when she saw our hero off. There were also a few tears when she realized that she had no cash for the parking machine, and found she couldn’t drive her husband’s big car well enough to smoothly swipe the ticket to raise the barrier. You can imagine the rude tootings from the cars behind when she had to un-belt, open the car door and make a lunge for the ticket machine.
Hah! If they only knew!
However, she could console herself with the thought that the glugging, fizzing medicines sailed through security with no difficulty and that our hero was to be whisked through the crowds in a wheel chair when he reached his destination.
(We had hoped we would be able to get one of the slightly more dignified, albeit annoying, whizzy buggy things, but not this time.)
Our poor, brave hero.
What was that? Did I hear you say how terrible of the Meddlesome Wife to have sent our hero to big ‘expert’ in the South on his own?
Never fear, his kind brother was waiting for him.
(Do you lot think we are made of money? And have you forgotten the dogs?)
So Meddlesome Wife feels she has done all that she can.
Now she has to wait.
And she is hoping she had done the right thing.
And wondering why she did not do this earlier.
And there are dark, creeping fears which she is fighting down.
Keep the soup vibes coming so that we can prepare the pot for our hero's return.
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