I’m sat in a car park, in Street, Somerset. Mum thought it would be “good for me” to get out because it’s a lovely day today.
I feel like death. I want to sleep. Normally I would love to go outlet shopping. Instead, I am sat in a car, with a lap rug, an empty ice cream tub and a bottle of water for company.
I just watched my Mum load the Boy into his pushchair, and trundle him off into the hustle and bustle of the shops. I really felt “there goes someone else with my life” just then. It’s really upset me.