But it’s too fucking hot.
We moved here 18 months ago, 150 miles away from “home”.
We don’t know anyone. Not just because of covid, but because I don’t want to live here, I’m angry at the work for having to move (got priced out of renting in London), and I’m just an unsociable prick.
Dd stated brownies a few weeks ago and the leader runs the kids group at the church. Picnic in the park today, so I thought “come on you miserable arsehole, get your shit together and take dd and the baby, these might be lovely friendly people.”
I’m a sweating mess. Only just stepped out the shower and it’s like I never went in.
I’m going because dd is excited (although leaving the baby at home with dh because it’s 29 degrees and she looks like she’s melting).
Tell me it will be okay.