The ladies behind the counter in the charity shop shriek a little when the manager tells them it is sleeting outside. I confirm the truth of his statement but reassure them that it is so light that it is barely noticeable,
Unwilling to put the heating on when I am alone in the house, I pull a fleecy dressing gown on over my sweater and trousers. Immediately I can feel my legs and hand start to come to life again as my body warms up.
The lady from the bank is charming when I explain that I can't talk and promises to call back tomorrow. Although I know she will want to sell something, I am relieved that she doesn't pressurise me at that moment.
'We won't see anyone I know,' I say, leaving the house in old clothes and with little make-up on my face. As we search for a parking space at the supermarket we spot a friend and bump into her by the vegetable section.
An ambulance stands in the middle of the pedestrian area, near Marks and Spencer. I go for a coffee and then wander round the corner to visit some charity shops. When I return, I am dismayed to see two ambulances and a paramedic car.
Using Google maps to plot the distance between a bus stop and a destination, I follow the route in detail and realise that it is further than I can now walk. I doubt whether I shall be making that journey on foot.