Waiting Room

I went back to the hospital to give a bit of moral support to my friend who was in the car with me when I had the accident. She has had her operation and has been spending a few weeks in the convalescent hospital at the beach, and they provided a taxi to Saintes, so I met her there.
She says the food is awful, so I made her a sandwich and bought a strawberry tart from the boulangerie, which she was pleased with.
It all seemed to go quite well, although she’s going to go down to Bordeaux for some radiotherapy in September, but I doubt she’ll risk me driving her again!