Ah @kmakm We either have our husbands smothering us or away from us.
I have to psych myself up to get out of the gate and that's 150 metres down the driveway. House is on the back paddock and gate is on the front paddock. That thought of driving out on my own and dealing with people just scares the shit out of me.
The supermarket? Well I grab a trolley, not worried if it has square crab wheels, put my head down and go! The worst thing is this is a small town and we used to own the newsagency and I managed the post office. So you can imagine how well known I am.
I plaster my "go to town" smile on my face and I practice my "I am doing well thankyou" phrase all the way to town.
God knows what the young hunk of a policeman (who looked young enough to be my great grandson) thought when he pulled me over for a breathaliser test (at 9:00 am) and I said "I am doing well thankyou"!
The post office is a nightmare (we do not have street delivery) and of course collecting mail is a social occaision. Once I used to love it, now........
I used to be known as "Ann in the newsagency", or "Post Office Ann", now it is "Oh Ann, who has cancer". I often want to wear a sign on my forehead that says
"I had cancer, I am not cancer".
