So, I am in a shop with my husband, and he says: hey, to reduce the time, do you want to pop into that shop and I will join you? I tried as casually as I could to say: oh no, it is fine, I will wait here, but alas and LOL he knows me so well, that he gives me that "I know why you want to stay here" and oh, Suzanne, what are we going to do with you? Those phobias have to be dealt with! I just shrug and turn away. HOWEVER what freaked me out was not the actual being in the shop, but GETTING THROUGH THE DOOR of the shop I was in. Yes, I have this awful fear of not opening the door in the right way. I have no idea why this particularly panics me but it does, and stops me from so doing so many things, to help my hubby out.
Oh the shame of it all!
Oh the shame of it all!