Cabin fever.........

Most of the time that Mr H and I are together, I can escape to another room, or even escape the house, if I feel I need to. Today, we have spent 8 hours in close proximity, 6 of those hours in a car. We went to visit his mum, who is in her 80's, has dementia, and is slowly fading away, Mr H sees her at least every couple of weeks when he works "down south", but I hadn't seen her since last summer and felt I ought to. It's a 3 hour journey, and there is no room for us to stay there, and I wouldn't want to,  so we had to do a 6 hour drive, with a one hour visit in the middle.
We agreed to share the driving and I assumed one would drive there and the other would drive back, but no, Mr H had planned that I would drive halfway and then he would take over. Fine, no problem, but he insisted on telling me which lane to get in, which exit to take on each roundabout, and even what gear to select when descending a slightly icy hill. I have driven this route many times. I am a competent driver.  I wanted to kill him, but held back! We arrived at his mums house, had a brief visit to the old lady who had no idea who we were, a chat to his sister,  a cup of coffee and then off we went. He set off on the first leg of the drive, and then I took over, when he, yet again, started telling me how to drive.
"At the next roundabout you need to take the 3rd exit" he said. As I said, I know the road but not as well as he does, I was expecting the next roundabout any minute ......10 bloody miles later I reached it! Who on earth gives these sort of directions - oh yes, a man with AS! And to cap it all, he had to read every road sign to me, every village name,  every landmark, and as an added bonus, a countdown of how many miles/ minutes till we got to the next junction/ town/ home. It will be a very long time before I repeat the experience I hope.
Since we got home, I have lurked upstairs in my craft room / spare bedroom, 8 hours in close proximity is too much, I want to break free!!

Hannah x