Day Twenty-One - 'You Better Shape Up.....'

Oh yes, my pretties, you better shape up and how! A reprieve from tighter lockdown conditions from last night's briefing but I think it's hanging in the balance after the irresponsible attitude of too many. They may be a minority but they are still too many. Further to my diatribe of yesterday, and I won't go on too long but didya hear that guy on the news who said, 'I just think it's nonsense now. If I'm honest with you. It doesn't really make a difference, innit man. It is what it is. That's the situation innit. ' Please...............

I'm getting no takers for the lyric game so I might nit worry about keeping it up. Today's just seemed very pertinent to the blog post I was composing in my head as I walked along!

Today I received my letter from Bojo. To be honest I was disappointed. There was nothing I hadn't heard him already say. I was following all the instructions in the leaflet anyway. Possibly a missed opportunity there to really say something meaningful to the populace. Those who can read that is. This who can't were probably out sunbathing when the letter arrived. Sorry, I wasn't going to go on was I? I thought the Queen made a better job of addressing the nation.

I thought there was going to be a change in the weather today. But I witnessed the most breathtaking sunrise this morning. It created an amazing effect. As I walked ahead of me was an oak tree, beautifully shaped, rising like a peacock above the foliage. The sun shining on it gave it a golden hue that made it look as if we were in the midst of Autumn not Spring. Stunning. It didn't last and the morning was grey and dull but a  burst of warmth and sunshine this afternoon saw me pottering in the garden for an hour which gave a substance to the day that might otherwise have been lacking. Yet even as I write that I find myself questioning why I don't see reading and writing as perfectly respectable activities! Perhaps it's because I enjoy them too much and I don't think I should be enjoying myself?! You could argue that I enjoy gardening too but a garden HAS to be maintained.

Something that is frustrating about this lockdown and I think it has something to do with ageing. You reach a certain age and you know you're on the homeward strait so to speak. You have a limited amount of time left. In the normal way you'd try to make it count. Fill your time with meaningful pursuit and activities, trying not to waste the precious years left to you. I know when I've been poorly in recent years and been confined to quarters for a few days or more even I've felt that I was wasting valuable time. And now I look at Day 21 of this diary and I never imagined I would manage to write every day like this. But that's three weeks of my life gone, doing very little except here in the home and garden. And I keep fretting about seeing my family. I so badly want to see my brother and sister and give them both a hug. But then I think of all those in hospital struggling to breathe, all those who've lost loved ones, those people on the front line every day and I should just STFU and be grateful!

Okay I will.  😃