Hello everyone, Jules here,
Hope your days been nice ish.
I am 'luckily' having a new shower room and a long awaited (with a door) 'office' of my own... but the builders are in my house (no room is safe).
To get away from the the noise and numerous people (i dont know) asking for coffees in all different orders (I cant remember) i joined my husband to go to the local tile shop to choose tiles - ended up in a melt down literally with my hands covering my head as the salesman tried to explain the hundreds of different colours of grey and the hundreds of different kinds of tile finish - i felt such a gibbering wreck. He just wouldnt leave it when i said which one i had already chosen from the internet pictures. I nearly said the usual 'i had a head injury a few years ago' but thought, nope, i am not going to any more.
Its sad people are not a little more tuned in to someone clearing struggling with so much information fired at them. I was so pleased to see my husband come back round the corner of the shop.
You know the only fuuny thing about it is when we got back in the car we both just looked at each other and he said 'dont worry, i wont take you back there again!'.
On the bright side, i did forget about how easily confused i can get - i had no hesitation in speaking to him alone - at first. I guess and am hoping its a good sign that i at least can forget how bad i can be.
PS: I got called away halfway through writing this to you and when i came back the builders were in this room too - guessing they read about me talking about them to you - ha ha !