30 years ago, aged 30, we moved 300 miles to the other end of the country with 2 children aged 5 & 2, we had no family anywhere near & I’d only met a few mothers at the school gate to say hello to. One morning one offered me a lift to the city, 35 miles away, for shopping. Lovely. We separated in the centre, agreed a meeting point & time, & off I went with my 2 year old in her buggy & a long list. A while later I came out of Marks & Spencer and absolutely froze in terror. BHS was in the wrong place and I had NO idea why, or where I was. I remember vividly the terror of trying desperately to remember how I’d got there and nothing would come to mind. I had no idea where to go to pick up my 5 year old and what to do. I sat on a bench & made myself breathe deeply while my daughter looked at me trustingly. It was truly frightening for a good 20 minutes, and I’ve never forgotten it. BHS stores always filled me with anxiety forever afterwards! To this day when we go to shopping centres I tell myself constantly ‘You are in such & such a place, the car is parked xxxx’ , over & over again. I can see now how stressed, lonely and distracted I was at the time, and these factors must affect our rational brains. But not permanently, just keep breathing!