Today I went into town with K. It’s not far, but it’s the furthest I’ve been in two weeks. K needed new jeans and the guinea pigs needed supplies so Tesco and the pet shop were first on the list, with the possibility of going to buy some yarn to crochet a blanket with if I felt up to it.
They didn’t have any jeans in K’s size so I’ll order some online – we’re pretty limited here for clothes shopping – but Tesco was bearable, although I’d had enough by the time we headed to the pet shop. After buying a new cardboard tube and water bottle for the pigs and ordering hay and food to be delivered next week, I decided it wasn’t worth pushing myself to get yarn so we headed home – not rushing, and with K distracting me with a game of I-Spy.
I know you’re meant to stay in a situation until the panic subsides – which it will – but that isn’t ideal when K is with me. Also, I prefer to leave before that point so the whole trip becomes positive – I went into town, to Tesco and the pet shop, and it was absolutely fine. It was so fine that I can go back next week and buy yarn, take my time choosing what I want.
All the positives.