Gloomy weather

I took father in law to Stockport today for another appointment for his eyes. His appointment letter was neatly filed on top of the microwave in my kitchen and very nearly didn't come along for the ride, the presumption being that it was the place at Hazel Grove where he went a week or so ago.
Dashing back inside at the last minute to retrieve said letter was a lucky move as it happened because today's appointment turned out to be a few miles away right next to Stockport Rail Station in a new office block.
It was nice enough inside but the entrance was a side door marked only with a handwritten piece of paper next to a doorbell!
All went well enough in any case. He returns in a couple of weeks to have a cataract done.