In order to have a weekend in making cakes and cooking soup with our guest I've had to buy multiple cake tins, spoons, all manner of exciting foodstuffs I didn't know existed and some kind of electric whisk. It has also meant ditching our regular shop and going to one of the big stores - one I usually avoid. Not just a normal one either an Extra I think it was. Inside there was a cobbler/key cutting place, a health food shop, brow bar, dry cleaner, mobile phone shop and a hair salon! It was like a whole new world. We'd been in there 10 minutes before I saw any food!
Yesterday we braved the Trafford Centre. A place I have been to many many times, I have no real issue with it. We were there for 8 hours. A full day. Wow. Towards the end I was waiting for Dan and Em and a man came over to me and said "You too, eh?" and I said "I've gone to my special place". He said "I'm just waiting for my wife to get hungry so I can go to the food court and have a sit down", "I know that feeling" I replied. He left to try to find an exit with the farewell of "Goodbye and good luck with it"!
Today I have had a little while to myself. Dan has returned to work and Em is having a lie in. I've had chance to make a chestnut stew and listen to Grayson Perry on the radio. I love my normal life and can't wait to have it back.