Therapy this afternoon and, as always, we’re a bit wibbly wobbly. Bloody anxiety, always lurking in the background even tho the last however many weeks have been fine and our last wobble was in an appointment with a lot of new things – new day, time, room – and we’ve successfully been into town at least once every single day. I took our wibbly wobbly self into town first thing, to Nero’s for a takeout breakfast tea, because I refuse to let these feelings have any control over us. It’s a strange mix, not just anxiety but also excitement – we know, weird – and a natural nervousness that we would feel before any appointment. It will, no doubt, be fine. But if the wibbly wobbly could just bugger off for a bit so we can get stuff done before we need to leave that would be awesome. Shaking hands and buzzing our hair off probably isn’t a good combination.