My brother has sent me on a wild goose chase to find building materials for him. He’s currently stuck in his house which is definitely unfortunate, but surely he can go seven days without having to build anything. It wouldn’t even be seven days without building – he’s been building things for the first four days of being at home.
I’m currently wandering aimlessly through the aisles of a hardware store close to Sandringham. He gave me written instructions for a hardware store closer to him but it was more convenient for me to come to this one. I thought the aisle numbers would add up and be the same in different hardware stores. I’m not sure why I thought that. It seemed silly as soon as I walked in and saw that the numbers were completely different. Now I’m walking around trying to locate everything he’s put on his list and I have a feeling I’m going to be here for hours.
I know I could ask the really helpful hardware store shop assistants for help but I have anxiety which makes talking to people quite difficult. To my own detriment, I feel better walking through the aisles alone and taking ages to find things than asking a few simple questions to a shop assistant. I know it’s not a healthy or productive way of living, but that’s just who I am as a person.
I should have just gone to Cheltenham. Timber shouldn’t be this hard to find. Anyway, I made my bed and now I have to lie in it. It is what it is. Hopefully, I find the building supplies soon because I have a feeling that my brother will be slowly going crazy at home alone. I certainly would be if I were him and I’m very glad that it’s not me at home like it is him. I should be grateful that I can walk around the hardware store.