I popped into work this morning. I needed stuff printed out so on Monday I’m ready to go. We have a great teenager. I’m wondering if I think she’s great because she’s not one of my own. She listens whilst I give instructions. She doesn’t give me the huff look. She takes the written instructions that are even more important than the spoken one’s & says they’ll be done. I’m not quite believing but I’m hopeful. Come Monday morning I’m hoping my stuff is going to be ready & waiting in our safe.
It felt totally weird being back in our old shop. It felt totally normal but it didn’t. Our old shop really is a great fit for me. It’s where I discovered my love of retail. I love customers, It accommodates me love of talking.