Saturday 21st March 2020.
I am woken up by Willow jumping on the bed and staring into my face. Err whats the time? 6am 6? What the hell? Having been awake a fair amount in the night with varying stages of panic, fear and not being able to stop my mind from racing I am really quite tired. Ian is downstairs making tea he obviously was struggling to sleep too.
We ring around a few people and go to a local shop for a few bits for an older gentleman who couldn’t get what he needed at 7am from a local supermarket. People still panic buying and pushing and shoving, it’s completely shameful.
Well with last evenings news that all pubs, restaurants, cafes and bars are to shut indefinitely the UK has finally lost it. Despite Boris pleading with people to stay in doors many went out to the pub for the last hurrah. Spreading this killer disease has huge consequences but some still appear to not hear the message and are in packed pubs and clubs.
We have a good walk; dropping off the food en route and circle back round to the house. The roads are eerily quiet although lots of people are gardening. The magnolias are stunning in full bloom and make a beautiful sight against a blue sky. It is cold and windy but bracing and clean air.
We see a neighbour who is walking to the brewery and Ian tags along. Under strict instructions to keep a good distance and not to linger. Yes I know he always listens to my advice where the brewery is concerned, however there are no beer tastings or drinking on site so he is home fairly quickly. They were expecting the brewery to be busy but there was no one there, too busy down the supermarket stripping the shelves I guess.
We do a bit of gardening but due to the lack of sleep last night we are soon basking in the sunshine in the shelter of the summerhouse and trying to snooze, but the strimmer and mower brigade are out along the street, so that’s put an end to that.
Ian is cooking Turkish stuffed Aubergines for dinner while I am writing this and Willow is once again social distancing snuggled up in his little bed.
It was only a week ago that we went out for dinner with some friends, we thought it might be the last hurrah but the stark reality of the events of this week are overwhelming at times.
Ian and I are wondering how soon advertisements will change on the TV, how and what will we be lured into buying or doing. I have hardly any spam emails these days. See there is always a silver lining.
Oh and Jon Scott thanks for the quiz – Hmm not sure we a re going to be the winners on this one its very tough especially without the aid of the Internet. We haven’t cheated.Yet!
Some pictures from our walk. Tomorrow the sun will rise, the birds will sing and the flowers will bloom.
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| Clematis Armandii along Seymour Park road. |
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| Magnificent Magnolia Wycombe Road. |
1 comment:
It's odd (well, maybe not) that you are having trouble sleeping; Jon and I are out for the count every night. The alarm's still going off at 6.17am but this morning I dozed off again till gone 7!
You're right though; the world's still turning and sun's coming up every day. We just have to learn to adapt.
Some people think that this will make us all kinder, more tolerant and less consumer minded, but as soon as we get the all clear, or even partial all-clear we'll be back to our venal selfish selves I'm sure. Depressing but I don't see a real culture shift on the horizon. :-(
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