Just had a mini-meltdown, at March Tesco. I was sat in the car. Having read a bit. And even dozed a bit. A wave of panic and anxiety suddenly hit me. It was truly horrible.
I thought I was getting over it. Teresa called, and asked me to come inside the store and help her pack. I did so. Alas, I was in a zombie state. And then the tears started flowing. So I went back to the car, pronto.
We’re back home now. And I’m in the garden. I’m in recovery mode. Tired, and not wanting to do anything. Laying back in one of our new recliner chairs. It’s a gorgeous day. And, whereas earlier the pleasant weather wasn’t getting through to me, now I’m started to feel the benefits of the sunshine.
Teresa’s making our lunch. Bless her. Poor thing, married to a depressive muppet like me. She’s even made me a (fresh!) mint tea!
Part of my current anxiety stems from my most recent shift. I got it at the last minute. And, in my hurry, parked in a ‘parent & kids’ spot at Wisbech Mozzer’s. For which I received a very sour dressing down.
The last thing I need is any trouble at another Morrisons. After the fiasco of Cambourne. I’ve got two more shifts at Wisbech soon: one later today. Another tomorrow.
I hope my anxieties prove to be chimeras?
Later the same day…
Well, no hassles at work. But a co-worker did quip, as we passed in the lobby ‘So, you’ve not been banned from here yet?’ In my current state that maketh me to feel pretty damn paranoid!
Work went fine. Passed a little derelict church or chapel I’d wanted to stop and snap before. Took a few pics this time:
Being at work and not being persecuted I gradually calmed down. Now we’re back home. And, for the time being, I’m feeling passable.
I’m lucky. During in the garden relaxing. Teresa’s doing dinner. All I have to do is prep a fire.
And now we’re eating pizza, with sweetcorn and kale on the side. Our traditional summer evening fire crackling away, in the potbelly stove.