Feel a bit better now...I've 'phoned Teresa and she's fine about hiring a car...she's going to do it tonight via the internet so it'll be organised for Tuesday morning...they can just go and pick it up. The car hire places are on the airports doorstep so to speak...
Then I 'phoned Kitty and asked would she ever take me into town tomorrow morning and she said of course and not a bother...everyone in the street either goes out to work or doesn't have the family car 'cos husbands and sons use it during the day...Kitty lives away from the street but she goes to town every day...
If there are any left I'll get another of those little halogen heaters...Teresa didn't seem in the least fazed when I told her we'd already promised the caravan to Wendy and Jason so now they'll have to get a shed to sleep in...
You'd never think I used to make serious decisions on a daily basis when I was working...now the slightest little thing has me panicking and over-breathing and wondering whether I ought to do this or do that instead...it's feckin' sad really 'cos I know I come across to people as being horribly self-reliant and confident when in actual fact I'm like a blob of quivering jelly...
I mean, asking a neighbour for a lift to town isn't exactly life-threatening...but it took me ages to actually pick the 'phone up...
Aren't you supposed to get sort of braver when you're older...I don't care what people think...it isn't that really...I mean I'm not concerned in the slightest if they think I'm odd or dress strangely but the very minute I'm out of my comfort zone I just collapse in a soggy heap and want to suck my thumb and pretend it isn't happening...
And worrying about what Teresa would say is just silly...we get along really well, and can, and do, share all manner of secrets but my tummy was in knots when she answered the 'phone...
Maybe you'll have some thoughts on it...perhaps you won't...I'm going to cook some spaghetti for supper and I have a new Rebus book on the Kindle to read...