I had to be at the hairdresser's at nine am. So it was an early start, but Emma has done a fab job, my usual short angled bob, but it's how I like it, and they always get it so shiny.
After we got home we got changed and Sue and Pete picked us up to go to Gamston Lock for lunch. It was nice to be able to sit inside a pub again. Little wins, little normal things. I chose the veg burrito which was perhaps not the best choice as it was huge. Delicious but way too much for me I had to leave more than half. When we go again I'll choose something smaller. However, I enjoyed what I ate.
A post popped up in my memories tonight on Facebook. It was the last one before we had to leave the pub, 8 years ago. It bought it all back, all that pain, fear, and hopelessness. I know we are alright now, but it never really leaves you. You keep waiting for it all to go wrong. I have nightmares sometimes, I guess it is a form of PTSD.
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