Back in August – admittedly from the comfort of my sun lounger – whenever there was postulation about a second lockdown before Christmas, I blithely thought, ‘well, we have got this; we navigated through the first one, did we not?’ I realise I must have been looking back at the first lockdown through a sour…
Bubbling up
After a quiet start, this week became manic. I think that Boris may have known what he was talking about last Saturday – although I chose to hear his message as, ‘have a mini break you gorgeous lady, you deserve it’ (I ignored that deck of misleading and anabolic PowerPoint slides appearing by his side)….
Legend
I think the excitement about schools reopening and some unseasonal September weather may have weakened my resolve. Yesterday I found myself running twelve times around Bristol Downs after succumbing to Bristol Military Fit’s latest member challenge. I clearly need to work on my ability to say no and my ability to walk away without worrying…
A doddery week
I was heartened listening to a 20 year old on Radio 4 this week as I fretted my way up an increasingly busy motorway, concerned that I might not get to work on time (remember those days?) and heartily fed up that all my friends seem to have managed to book hair appointments. When…
P’s and Q’s
Who knows what phase of lockdown easing we are in right now – bubble-speak makes for confusion. I like clear rules (I hear you, Monica), but there is a fuzziness about this current phase that makes me worry that I am stepping over lines I can not see. From what I hear, I am not the…
Bear hugs
I think I have mentioned already that I have been keeping a jar of coloured notes during lockdown, all stating people, things or experiences that I have been missing most. My aim – when I am legitimately able to empty the jar – is to remind myself not to take ‘things’ for granted again. Well,…
The mother biscuit
One of the most difficult things about lockdown has not being able to visit my 93 year old mother. She is 94 next week and, because I am now allowed to officially sit in her back garden or at the opposite end of a shared park bench, I will use my virtual ‘half term’ to…
Wear or tear?
I have written before about kintsugi, but since I am good at breaking things, and because I feel we are going through a time of repair, I have decided to revisit the topic. Likewise, a lot of things have been revisited during lockdown, so I might write about that as well. The traditional Japanese art of…
Dusty Bluebells
I might have mentioned my lack of garden quite a lot lately. Sorry. I try and rein in the self pity but it is so evident that my little green eye is vexed by anyone who has a small patch of land in which to see out their ‘Stay Home’. It is not the lack…
The Dragonfly Jar 