Oh, it’s not been hideous, you understand. Not in the grand scheme of the world in which we currently live. The weather has been divine (until this morning when it suddenly started raining and is so cold you can see your breath when you go outside) and therefore much gardening has been done. A load of cat litter arrived, so the cats are happy, and the greenhouse arrived, which is good except it now needs erecting and that’s a whole new set of hoo-ha malarkey in itself. And I completed Module 2 of my City and Guilds course bang on my self-imposed deadline of yesterday, and it has now gone to my tutor for marking and feedback. I’ve been busy and productive - I have bread making nailed now and even managed to buy some flour AND yeast on my once-a-week shopping trip!
The shopping trip provided me with a smile because all the while I was in the supermarket all I could hear was a man shouting ‘EXCUSE ME!’ very loudly and on a regular basis as he navigated his way around the aisles and folk were clearly getting in his way. There seemed to be a lot of men shopping. They were all looking in confusion at their lists, then abandoning their trolleys to wander off in search of items which didn’t help with social distancing and congestion. So ‘MEN! Stay with your trolleys, please!’ They reminded me of men who push their child’s pram or pushchair with one hand whilst casually gazing around their environs, making it look like they don’t want to be associated with their offspring.
Anyway, I was then directed from the outward bound queue to the next available checkout, and it turned out the checkout till was faulty so everything had to be put through by tapping in barcode numbers separately, and THEN it refused to process the gift card I wanted for Granddaughter Number Two’s up and coming 6th birthday so I was taken to ANOTHER till and I thought, so much for getting in and out as quickly as possible. But I suppose you have to make the most of getting out of the house once a week for an hour, don’t you?
No, it’s been mostly okay, really, apart from one issue which I’m afraid I can’t go into, which has left me feeling discombobulated and testy. But what I have to remember is that we’ve been through this kind of thing before and survived, and everything has turned out just fine and dandy, and I am sure this matter will resolve itself positively, too, and if it doesn’t, well, we’ll cope because we always do, don’t we?
So this morning, for the first time since the ‘Withdrawal From Society’ (I REFUSE to call it ‘lockdown’) I have felt restless. Directionless. Flat. I don’t even want to write, which is always a warning sign my mind isn’t quite in its right place.
And that is why, today, I am sitting in the dining room, listening to the radio, with this view from the window, knitting a monkey.
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