Being Sunday, I thought about going to church, but decided against the physical attendance. Then time went on and I found I hadn’t even been to virtual church either. I think I need to give myself a good talking to! It’s now a few weeks since I engaged in the church community activity. I’ve switched off, hunkered down and am skulking at the back of the cave.
Not sure how to get out of this one – I am having a right royal battle with myself one way or another. It’s nice and cosy at the back of the cave and do I really have to engage with the physical world again? Well, yes, I suppose I do if I am to stay sane, but I am beginning to see the attraction of batty old ladies wearing purple……
However, we continued with our themes of stone sifting and household chores today, wondering whether Andrew would call in and bring back the stuff he can’t get into his flat. In the end, he didn’t come. It was well into the afternoon before he woke up from his slumbers, having gone to bed very late last night. We were a bit relieved he stayed home though, as the weather wasn’t really conducive to sitting out for hours on end being as John has taken the gazebo down. We’d have got a bit wet. But maybe he’ll come tomorrow. We’ll see.
Regarding household chores, I am sure you are all interested in the fact that I have nearly dug the house out now and nearly every room is ready to welcome guests again. Whenever we can have guests again.
Other than that, I exercised a few grey cells today and I spent a little bit of time perusing Michael’s literary review, adjusting the apostrophe, comma, colon, semi-colon and full-stop marks on it, just like a real proofreader would, before I started the ironing.
Now the ironing held an attraction. And that was that I could watch the cricket at the same time. There was an incentive. And I thoroughly enjoyed it – although at one point I thought Pakistan might pull a miracle out as their captain was playing so well. But no, it’s the follow-on tomorrow. Eeeeh, but me Dad would be proud of me following the cricket.
Not a great deal to report otherwise though. This humble life has an emerging pattern when it’s not interspersed with the family activity. The same pattern as everyone else’s, I suppose. Eat, work, eat, sleep, repeat.
Having said that, we are still sorting out the ‘former office-cum-snug-cum gym’ room, and today was a ‘nearly’ something. With the threat of Andrew coming across from Cambridge today, he’d wondered whether he might camp in his tent in the back garden overnight, so that he didn’t have to drive here and back all in one day. We still have his tent, so yes, no problem. Then I wondered whether we would be safe enough if we brought the sofa bed downstairs into the former office/snug/gym so he could sleep in there. It is, after all, in the ‘West Wing’………In the end, I didn’t lug the sofa bed downstairs. Which was just as well as Andrew reminded me he’s bringing his futon back when he comes…….
We’ve had exciting pictures of the Suttons Sleaths on their hols today – but the most exciting one was a ‘Dear Michael, You are COVID-free’ text, having been tested on entry to Jersey. That’s good news, isn’t it? On the other hand, Paul was telling us yesterday that one his staff has tested positive for the virus, so it’s ‘trace and test’ time for all those who’ve been in the office with him. Paul, luckily, has been on holiday for two weeks, so not been near. Fingers crossed no-one is really porrly with it.
The daily figure of people infected today though, is 1,041 and 6 deaths in the community and heaven knows how many in hospital as the figures seem to be up the spout, with one death having been reported on Friday. That’s an anomaly perhaps? But yesterday the report said there were two deaths on Friday……. I don’t know which is right. What’s that they say about information confusion? We’ll soon take no notice. I think it’s happening right now….
Sending love and peace to everyone.
I, too, follow the cricket in part because “me dad would be proud” xxx