I mowed the lawn for the first time this week. But I have to pay for it the next day as my back moans as soon as I move the lawnmower out of the shed and it doesn’t let up for a considerable time after that! The GP is finally sending me for a scan. It’s an ultrasound scan and it’s to be on the 13th of April. And I have to drink a whole litre of water one hour before the scan. I can’t say I’m not worried because I am. But what will be will be. The interesting thing is it’s not going to be at the hospital. It’s going to be at another healthcare centre. I was completely ignorant of its existence. But my friend said she’ll take me. And I’ve a feeling that because it’s at a smaller centre the risk of Covid will be less. However, now I should be protected by this vaccine, if indeed it works.
On Monday the ‘stay at home’ rule ended. Although the government advised people to ‘be cautious’! Ha! See that flock of flying pigs!? We can now meet in groups of up to six outdoors in parks and gardens. Or two families can meet. Of course people will interpret ‘families’ in different ways, won’t they? Outdoor sports facilities can open too - golf courses , outdoor swimming pools etc. It will be interesting to see what this does to the infection rates. Pessimist that I am I expect it to rise. People can’t be trusted.
We’ve had something resembling a mini heatwave. It’s been most pleasant. The mornings up on the cliffs have been quite idyllic. Watching the blossom coming out on the various shrubs in the hedge row has been quite delightful. There were wrens and chaffinches busying about this morning as well as the larger birds like jays and crows.
The lady who is doing the yarn bombs for the pillar box outside her flat has done one for Easter.
I will confess to almost forgetting that it was Easter. That’s the problem with lockdown. One day seems very much like another. I say that, though, but it’s a curious thing, for somehow weekends still feel very much like weekends even though I do exactly the same things as I do during the week. I was particularly conscious of this the last Saturday passed. For it felt unmistakably Saturday. And I couldn’t put my finger on why. I went out for my early walk as usual. I chatted with the other walkers up there as usual. Everything I did that day was as usual. And yet it still felt that it could be no other day but Saturday. One auspicious event this Saturday was the clocks went forward. That always makes me happier. So it’s officially British summer time.
I do make an exception on Sundays though. I try to make things a little bit different. Sundays is always changing the bedding day and I treat myself to a cooked breakfast which I linger over while I listen to a little jazz. Usually Pat Metheny. There is something very “Sundays“ about his style.
In spite of this pleasant weather we’re having at the moment the weather forecast is quite depressing for the Easter weekend. In fact they’re even sleet showers forecast for the Monday! I struggle to get my head round how it can be 21/22 degrees one day and dipping down to -1 within the space of a few days. It’s very confusing for the plants and the wildlife though not to mention an ageing old pensioner like me!
One of my favourite publishers was advertising a job on social media. Jokingly I responded and said do you take on pensioners? And I put the wink emoticon afterwards. I got a reply back from one of the staff who said of course! Do you know what? It actually crossed my mind as to whether I should apply. I won’t. At my age it’s absolutely ridiculous. But they’re such a lovely bunch of people. I went to a couple of the evenings that they hold to promote new titles for the forthcoming year and they invite loads of book bloggers and influencers to come along. I know I’m probably the oldest person there but they bend over backwards to make me feel included and welcome. I come away feeling so uplifted. Obviously they didn’t hold it last year because of Covid. They had an event online via zoom. And they sent a box of proofs and goodies through the post beforehand. Usually when you go they hand you a totebag which you fill up with books throughout the evening as well as helping yourself to all the drinks and nibbles they have. I’m really hoping that this year if things progress positively I might get to go again. If they invite me. Something nice to think about anyway.
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