Maybe I will try to do a blog post once a week as we enter a new year of lockdown and the Covid world. Yesterday marked a year since our prime minister, Boris Johnson, uttered those chilling words “you must stay at home“. It was called a day of reflection. At midday there was one minutes silence. Then at 8 pm people were encouraged to light candles and shine a light outside their homes. Certainly the evening activity was not well supported in my ‘hood. It might have been difficult to see candles outside houses from the position of my house but I only saw one other person shine a light. And I was talking to my walking friend who ignored the silence because she felt it detracted from the Armistice Day silence for people who lost their lives for our freedom. I could see her point but I think the fact that they only had it for a minute and they did it at midday rather than 11 acknowledged that it wasn’t in the same category as silence for the wars. But, hey, we’re all different, eh? The lady that does the yarn bombs has done a special one for the national day of reflection. I took a photo of it. I think I’m going to try and photograph every one that she does.
Boris has put his foot in it again by claiming that the success of the U.K.’s vaccination rollout program is down to greed and capitalism. I’m fairly sure that will further inflame the EU and may affect supplies of the vaccine for the future. He is such a silly man sometimes. It wouldn’t surprise me if we don’t end up getting a second dose.
I had yet another telephone consultation with the surgery yesterday. The doctor is going to send me for a scan, finally. It will be in the next two weeks because of my age and because she’s checking for cancer. It feels scary. On a number of levels. I think that now I’ve had one dose of vaccine I feel a little less anxious about going to the hospital. And I know that my neighbour will give me a lift if I need one. So I haven’t got to worry about public transport.
My friend, Sue, who I meet upon the cliffs when we walk has been absent for the last couple of days. She’s injured her knee. It caught her quite badly on Sunday and she had to sit down on a bench. That tells me how bad it was because she simply doesn’t do that because of Covid. But she was out today walking very slowly and keeping to the flat. She was very sweet and said she’d missed our chats over the last couple of days. She said it was good to chat again and she hoped we would carry on chatting......... for the rest of our lives! I realise we’re on the last lap of our lives so it might not be for that long! Nevertheless I found it a very uplifting thing to hear.
It’s very springlike today. Not that it’s particularly warm but there is a certain something in the air that heralds a change. So instead of doing housework this morning I spent some time outside in the garden. I have to be very careful because I can’t do much before my back starts complaining bitterly and I have a tendency to overdo it which can then have a knock-on effect the next day. So I’ve tried to be sensible. While I was out in the front a lady went by with her dog and I said good morning, she said good morning. Didn’t know who she was but she stopped and started to give me her entire life story! I had put a watering can by my water butt to fill it up and as she was talking, non-stop I might add, I could hear that the watering can was overflowing and the water must’ve been pouring down my side way. It was so difficult to extricate myself from the situation but in the end I think she felt quite hurt when I said look I must go my butt is overflowing! Only realised later how weird that sounded. And how inaccurate it was. It wasn’t the butt that was overflowing at all, it was the watering can! But I hate wasting water. It’s such a precious commodity. My actual butt is okay, thanks. 😉
The WhatsApp schoolgirls group are trying to organise a get together for September. I still think it’s too early to start making concrete plans but they’re agreeing on dates et cetera. I’ve said nothing so far. The girl hosting it lives in Oxford which is a long way to go. And I’d be reliant on a lift from somebody which means I’d be dependent on their arriving and their leaving. I’m not very social these days I think that’s another result of lockdown. Not that I’ve ever been terribly sociable. I don’t like large groups. I much prefer smaller, intimate groups.
Here is the photo of the yarn bomb.
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