When lockdown started we had to give things up. One of the things I gave up was my yoga class. When classes came to a screeching halt, Jaime thoughtfully posted lots of wonderful classes online on YouTube, so that we could all follow at home. Unfortunately, during lockdown I felt like my strings had been cut and I didn’t log in to the classes very often. Have absolutely no idea what stopped me, but there we are.
In the summer, however, restrictions seemed to be easing, the incidence of the virus seemed to be lessening and friends were encouraging us to venture out. Come September, Jaime offered to put on face-to-face classes again and so, in the spirit of being brave, I signed up, crossing all fingers and toes that we’d stay away from the virus and stay safe. Classes started up again when the school term began, but I didn’t immediately go as we were away on holiday. Today, therefore, was the day to start back and I went along this morning.
I really, really enjoyed the class. So great to be bending and stretching again, and resting my mind. Brilliant. All socially distanced, sanitised and mostly masked. I enjoyed it so much that when I came home, having made myself a bite to eat and a cup of tea, I then sat down on the sofa and promptly fell asleep. Heaven knows what Jaime put in the yoga class!! I slept for over an hour – and on such a sunny day too. But I hear the chorus: you must have needed it!
And now, of course, we’re all hoping that it’s not the last class before another lockdown….. I really don’t want to have to face the self-motivation required to exercise on my own! Oh dear, kick-starting tips anyone?
John, meanwhile, has been on his determined journey, to finish sorting out the front garden. The stones, having been thoroughly washed and blow-dried, sitting pretty, looking suitably coiffed and attracting compliments from the neighbours no less, are done; so John can now move on to digging over the front flower beds which haven’t been touched for years.
To say that the front garden has been neglected is a bit of an understatement. My view being that, while we had workmen and work vans coming and going, skips and trailers adorning the drive, and all sorts of equipment around and about, there wasn’t a lot of point in trying to make the front look pretty. It’s been a working yard for many a year. And then, when lockdown came, I shut the front door and refused to go out of it, pretty much, so wasn’t interested in doing anything there. But John is rectifying that now. He’s on a mission.
I have no such mission just at the moment. Still feeling incredibly flat and deflated and unable to drive myself on in any direction particularly. Still can’t be bothered to read and yet I have a list of interesting books as long as your arm on the reading list. I still haven’t quite finished decorating the kitchen. Must get around to doing that. Maybe tomorrow? And I haven’t even started decorating the former office-cum-gym-cum snug yet. Maybe the day after?
Anyway, after I woke up from my little nap, I faffed about a bit and then took myself into the back garden to see what I could do there. Did a bit of snipping and watering, and planted up the rosemary plant I’d bought while we were in Norfolk when we visited The Old Rectory. I also replanted the peony corms that John had dug up for me before we went away. Some of the plants needed rescuing having suffered from lack of water in the last couple of weeks, but hopefully they’ll all survive. We’ll see.
So that’s as exciting as it’s got today. After the delight of the yoga class it just been trundle, trundle, trundle. How’s your day been? Enjoy Boris’s little talk? I didn’t. I am jaded by the shilly-shallying, and the inability to have a firm policy on handling the COVID situation. It’s not as if we don’t have examples from other countries to follow. I know nothing is perfect and can’t ever be, but social and work restrictions aren’t the answer to killing off COVID, even if they are the answer to mitigating the risks for a while. But how long for? Anyone taking any bets?
Nearly 5,000 people have been infected with the virus today. 37 people have died in the community. 1,319 people in hospital with it. 181 people on ventilators and 14 people have died over the weekend in hospitals. The infection figures are on a par with the beginning of the first wave. It’s warming up and it ain’t good because I don’t think it’s going to stop there.
Holding on……
God bless – keep safe and let’s not get blasé about the hand-washing, mask-wearing and social-distancing, eh?
I share your pain, Anne. ‘Just when we thought it was safe to go back in the water……’ now just to see our families in the flesh we have to meet somewhere public and even that may be taken from us.
Quite frankly the novelty of Covid has worn off!!!!! 🙁 🙁 🙁
Indeed! It’s all wearing thin, isn’t it? But I think we have to get used to it now.