The one thing that causes anxiety and confusion, is unknown places; situations and people and that is what I have to deal with next tuesday, in order to stay in France!
No doubt many have heard of brexit? Well, when it first entered the news, I thought: ah, my chance to return to my birth country and now, here I am, having that chance, but reckon it is wiser to stay put and so, have to get a residency card to be legal here in France.
I stupidly asked a couple of people I know, who have already had their appointments and now, waiting for their cards, because I know there are stairs and that is one nightmare to me and at the top of the stairs, is a door which will be opened by a chap, who will take my husband's and my tempertures and then, we can only go in one at a time and have finger prints taken. It only lasts a short time, but for me, so scared of making a fool of myself and my coodination is dire, so if I have to go in first and then, go out, I might just fall down the stairs or even go through the wrong door. Really, my intelligence goes out the window, so to speak.
Hubby suggests I take my document that proves I am on the autism spectrum and perhaps they will allow us in together, since we will have had our temperatures checked and I so hope I am ok, but the other day, I regretfully, let a lady into the house, to talk about our electricity. She was wearing a fabric mask and I know those are not affective. I was wearing the medical version, but was a little too close to each other, because as, is common, sometimes I do find myself too close to a person, especially when I feel out of control.
No doubt many have heard of brexit? Well, when it first entered the news, I thought: ah, my chance to return to my birth country and now, here I am, having that chance, but reckon it is wiser to stay put and so, have to get a residency card to be legal here in France.
I stupidly asked a couple of people I know, who have already had their appointments and now, waiting for their cards, because I know there are stairs and that is one nightmare to me and at the top of the stairs, is a door which will be opened by a chap, who will take my husband's and my tempertures and then, we can only go in one at a time and have finger prints taken. It only lasts a short time, but for me, so scared of making a fool of myself and my coodination is dire, so if I have to go in first and then, go out, I might just fall down the stairs or even go through the wrong door. Really, my intelligence goes out the window, so to speak.
Hubby suggests I take my document that proves I am on the autism spectrum and perhaps they will allow us in together, since we will have had our temperatures checked and I so hope I am ok, but the other day, I regretfully, let a lady into the house, to talk about our electricity. She was wearing a fabric mask and I know those are not affective. I was wearing the medical version, but was a little too close to each other, because as, is common, sometimes I do find myself too close to a person, especially when I feel out of control.