So from that you can deduce that I was up and out as normal this morning. I took some painkillers before bed last night and my right hand certainly has improved. The left still hurts but not enough to stop me walking. I bumped into Sue again and we stood chatting for ages. It's interesting because we agree on so many things and she makes me feel far less paranoid about sticking to the lockdown protocols. Because she's doing exactly the same. It was very reassuring. She says that sometimes she leaves it till later to come out for a walk, 8 o'clock in the morning or similar time. I asked her what it was like then. She said it's not as pleasant. There are too many people who aren't aware of others. We both agreed how inconsiderate the joggers are as a generalisation. There are exceptions. I feel like I owe it to those exceptions to make a point of mentioning them.
I read on the BBC news today that there are going to be walk-in test centres to cope with a winter of coronavirus. There is concern apparently that people are not coming forward for testing. That would mean that the statistics can in no way be reliable then can they? Because if people have the virus and aren't coming forward for testing then there may be far more people carrying the bug that is realised. The random tests apparently indicate there about 1700 new cases a day. That sounds like a hell of a lot to me. But some people aren't showing symptoms even though they're infected. I don't know how you get round that one. If you've got no symptoms you're not gonna turn up for a test are you?
I was sitting in the garden today and a butterfly landed on me. It made me very, very happy for some reason. I felt chosen. I sat extremely still while it did whatever it does. Then it flew off again and I feel curiously bereft. I've just seen a butterfly flying into my neighbour's house though his open window. He's going to try and get it out. I hope he means it and he wasn't just saying it to pacify me. I haven't spoken to him for awhile. I thought I had done something to piss him off. But I don't think I have. He's going back to work on Monday. I asked him how he felt about it and if he was a bit anxious about going on the trains and he says he's working from home to start with. He's been furloughed for the last four months. And his partner/fiance has had all the contents of her office, including her office chair, delivered to her in a van because her office is moving and it looks as if they may be continuing with getting their employees to work from home on a long-term basis. It should've been their wedding last weekend. So they went away for a weekend. To Shropshire. Craven Arms! I've been there with my brother. He goes there quite frequently. I feel very strange to think that they were close to my brother. It made me sad too because I feel so far away from him. I usually phone him at some point in the week but I had a message from him saying he was charging his phone and he'd be incommunicado for a bit. So I'll leave it to him to phone me.
I had a chat with my friend this morning. She is very emotional, very tearful at the moment. I think it must be the impending surgery. I did feel sad. But there's nothing I can do. Except be on the end of the phone and listen. I think the inconsistencies of peoples' approach to the lockdown currently are also getting to her. She had a friend round who works at the hospital. She said to her friend, so everything is back to normal now is it? And the friend said, no way. She seemed aghast at the very suggestion. But I think that it looks as if things are going back to normal because the people we are seeing in the street, out and about, are not worried about the virus returning to their idea of normality. But I think behind closed doors there is an awful lot of people like us who are still respecting the lockdown and trying to stay home and stay safe.
I've done very little again today to try and rest these wretched hands. I'm not happy about it. And the same pattern will continue I guess. As soon as they start to feel better I'll start doing things again and they'll hurt again. But things need doing. It's as simple as that and if I don't do them no one else will! But apart from an irritating wind it's been quite pleasant weather. I sat outside and finished another book. I did try to do some writing outside but the wind kept blowing my papers and my thoughts into disarray. So I gave it up as a bad job.
There is discussion on the old schoolgirls WhatsApp group about a potential meet up in September. One of the girls, very kindly, is hosting a barbecue at her home. However I don't think I'm going to go. One of the other girls has offered me a lift but I'm still not comfortable about travelling in a car with somebody. You cannot social distance in a car. Plus there will be more than six people in an outside space. Now I know it's September and the guidelines may change yet again but I still don't think I should go. I'm not really part of the group. I don't feel part of it. I wasn't part of that group at school. I don't even think they liked me much. So if I went I'll probably sit there feeling separate and wanting to come home.
I messaged my sister and her reply was that she was at a friends having lunch. This is quite a milestone for her I think. I'm going to be interested to hear some details. Like whether she took her own lunch or not and whether it was indoors or out. I think that's how it will be though. People will gradually do what they feel comfortable doing. I'm just worried I'm never going to feel comfortable doing anything! Except writing this blog of course. 😉
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