Run (for the hills), sensory-friendly shopping, and summer rolls that everybody loves

I was shocked the other day when, out of the blue, my body demanded I take it for a run. It’s been years since I’ve laced up my trainers and hit the road with any regularity, so I was worried every step would feel leaden and that I’d be hyperventilating after the first kilometre. But there was no way out of it; my body was insisting. When a certain quality of anxious energy invades my limbs (and brain), a run is the only thing that can burn it off. I set out on the trot gingerly, then to my amazement flew along as light as a swallow and kept an easy pace for a good half hour. “Just do it,” as the slogan goes. Go, me!