Sunday evening

Good evening,

Well I was confusedly dazing around this morning, trying to work my way through the Sunday lag when I can't work out what I am supposed to be doing, but I had got as far as vaguely wandering through the shower and drinking a lot of tea and preparing to go to the car boot sale.
All of a sudden there was a bright orange knock on the door.

Bright orange knocks on the door usually happen in the week, when the postman has parcels, but never on a Sunday.
I still have PTSD so I do not like luminous or dayglo knocks on the door of any kind.
But luckily this time it was good news, I had heard nothing about the car repair, so I was not sure what was happening, and this was car repair triumphant.
He had a cold so I did him hot lemon drink while he replaced the ignition amplifier on the car, and the car burst into life and yelled about how it wanted to hurtle off down the road.

I think I now have a cold, but I also have a working car.

The car is such a big responsibility, such a change to my life, but now, second time around now it is working well, I feel more confident in driving it.

I drove to the car boot sale. I got used to parking in town and doing a parking card.
At the car boot sale I got some of the special face wash that you can't buy in shops, my skin is fussy and it comes out in sores with some skin and face washes so I have to stick to the ones I know I can use. It is an Avon brand that I like but I don't order from Avon so I look at the car boot sales.

I came home safe and well, having made myself drive round the seafront car parking circuits (don't ask!) and that was fine.
I stopped for groceries on the way home, and did some chicken when I got home, watched some of mean girls2 again, still feeling lost and unsure what to do with myself, I went for another drive around, getting used to driving and enjoying seeing the hills from yet another perspective.
I didn't quite end up where I planned but that is because I am not used to driving here, but I had a nice drive.

Came home, felt lost, and and went out on my bike, it was kite surfer weather on the bay, and I can still hear the sea roaring now. So no swimming.

I decided that feeling lost meant going to the welfare would help,
I wandered down there and was fed nutritious food and included in everything and felt great about being there.
Then I wandered off again and applied for a delivery driving job, haha, I really am living my life over again, going backwards forwards.
Only the blue bike and the cat weren't in my last life, so I think I prefer this one.

Humans is on at 9pm so I have time for a very scented type shower before then, and tomorrow I am apparently entertaining my adoptive mum, I haven't seen her since we were having chicken wings and hilarity in a restaurant far far away.
I intend to take her to one of my favourite places on earth for the day and I am sure she will love it! Last time I took her for a day out we went glass blowing, which was awesome!

I have been reading the driving manual just to make sure I do know how to drive, the problem is, I still associate driving with trauma in my last life, but I seem to be OK.