Day Ninety-Five - Repetitive, Shopping and Rain

 I realise that I am very repetitive in these blog posts. Apologise for that.  I suppose if people read one post  occasionally it reduces the chance of them missing something. 😂  I laugh because I'm not sure how many people are actually even interested.

It was pissing it down with rain this morning. It would’ve been stupid to go out for a walk,  I would’ve got drenched. So I stayed in bed for a little longer. Usually on days when I don’t go for a walk I try and do some tai chi in the garden but it was too wet for that even. I stuck to my plan to go to the health food store this morning. I was there just before they opened,  got a very nice greeting and thanked for continuing to use the store. Got everything I needed and had a wander back along the cliffs so I get my daily fix of the sea. Because of the rain there were very few people about. That suits me down to the ground.

I spent the morning doing silly little chores of no note or real consequence but they seem to take an inordinate amount of time these days. And I played the Pop Master game with my friend. I’m still waiting anxiously for any news of when and what treatment she’s going to have to endure. I know that once that information comes through it’s going to upset her dreadfully. So I realise she may not feel like talking about it. I just hope someone keeps me updated with what’s going on. I’ve been busy preparing meals for her daughter.

Gosh, it’s rained today. All the saucers I keep my patio pots in with all the plants, are waterlogged so I had to carefully remove them. Some are just too heavy. I’ll have to take a chance. It also brought all the slugs and snails out. I found one cheerfully munching on the sunflower. One has already been eaten into oblivion. At the rate they’re going I may not get one through to maturity, to bloom. I should be sad if that happens. A few years ago somebody in my tai chi class died of lung cancer. And at her funeral her partner gave everybody a packet of sunflower seeds to grow in her memory. So every year I try to grow them, save the seed and grow more than next year. Only three germinated this year. They were pretty healthy plants but the wind broke one down so the slugs and snails pounced on it, the other two have black fly and the slugs had a real go at one today. Fingers crossed.

My sister is a bag of nerves. There is some construction work going on just opposite her house which involves demolition. And the drills going the whole day long are making her whole house shake. It would be bad enough without being in lockdown. But she actually went out in the car today just to escape from it. She went to get some petrol at Asda. She said the system is far better than either Tesco or Sainsbury’s. Interesting how different companies approach things in different ways. I wonder if there’ll ever be a consensus of the one right way to manage this. I don’t even know why I am mooting that because the day anybody in this godforsaken country agrees with anyone else will be a miracle.

My regular postman, Leon, has things down to a fine art. Social distancing, it was as if he was born to it. But today’s postman didn’t seem to have a clue. He rang the doorbell and wanted to hand me my post. I suppose that’s a similar thing to different approaches and different understandings. Despite the guidelines offered everybody seems to interpret the whole lockdown protocols differently. Nobody seems to understand what 2 metres actually is. I see people who believe they are maintaining a social distance but the reality is they only about 3 or 4 feet away. I suppose you could argue that since there is a move to reduce it to 1 m they’ll be doing it perfectly. But I still don’t think it’s right to reduce it. I won’t. I shall still avoid people at a minimum of 2 m, more if I can. There is a mistaken belief that as lockdown is eased it means the virus has gone. In fact one of my friends said her son reckons it’s alright now, it’s all over. I don’t think he is alone in that. I think that’s the danger in lockdown easing. But I also understand you couldn’t continue indefinitely. Unless we approach economy in a radically different way. The trouble is the whole fabric of our society seems to have been built to revolve around money. And to some that’s far more important than health. My sister says  that thousands will die if the country doesn’t pick up economically because of the poverty they will endure. It’s a balancing game. And I seem to be playing a rambling on and on game. So I’ll stop.