The hour is late. It is a quarter past midnight and I have yet to write anything that captures the day. It doesn’t matter though, does it? Because tonight’s the night we magically conjure another hour up for our delectation tomorrow. Yippee!! An hour’s extra snooze.
I am not sure whether John thinks he has had a good day or not today. He hasn’t done a great deal, as far as I can tell, except play every second of the Wasps vs Exeter rugby match this evening. We had been hoping for Wasps to triumph, but the side had been weakened by the virus, so Exeter got revenge for their 2008 defeat and walked away with the win. Wasps put up a good fight, but it wasn’t to be.
John was up before me this morning. I was laying in bed reading my book when he brought me a lovely cup of tea, then he went back to bed. I finally winkled myself out of bed around eleven and, goodness knows what I was doing, but it took me a long time to get John some breakfast and his tablets. Once I’d done that, I faffed around some more and then set off for the shops and to visit Mum.
The Co-op wasn’t too busy and I managed to get most things I was after – except a couple of specialist things that John wanted. I took Mum’s shopping to her, where I spent a couple of hours before I went back home. But what has my life come to, folks? I spent a good half an hour de-staining Mum’s mugs whilst I was there. Oh, dear. This is not what I was meant for…..
Mum was in reasonable spirits, but everything seems to be such an effort for her and a bit confusing. She wasn’t sure if she’d worn certain clothes; insisted that I handle a pair of trousers very carefully as they’d been folded in a certain way; and just going to the loo was exhausting and she didn’t feel quite herself. I suggested she have a sip of water once she’d sat down, whereupon she made a great play of the fact that she couldn’t reach the glass. I ignored the little playlet and she sorted the problem out, but not before she’d pointed out to me how difficult it was to pick her glass up. Hmmm…….. I do dislike it very much when she cries wolf.
Anyway, I left her in good spirits, because she’d been useful. I asked her to sniff the mugs I’d washed in Persil to make sure they weren’t still soapy. She loved that. She thoroughly enjoyed stating which mugs were rejected, and conversely, triumphantly fan faring the mugs that were odourless.
Once the mug-washing was complete, I took myself home and I could see John had done some clearing up in the kitchen which looked lovely and tidy. I was pleased about that. He claimed to have just sat and watched TV all day, but it wasn’t quite true.
With rugby finished and our evening meal eaten, it was ‘Strictly’ time. I thought it was better this week with only a couple of mentions of ‘staying safe’ and ‘socially distanced’ stuff. The dancing was quite good too, but the presentation still seemed a bit forced. I expect it will relax as the series goes on. Fingers crossed anyway.
And that’s our lot today. No great shakes but not a bad day – unless you count the weather? It’s absolutely poured down pretty much all day….. ah, well, maybe tomorrow the weather will be better.
In the meantime, 23,012 people have been infected with the virus today with a total of 174 deaths in the community and 112 deaths in hospitals on 22 & 23 October. As I do more research into the situation, I understand that the death toll will increase as the time lag between infection, hospitalisation and death kicks in – and it will be mostly among the elderly again. Cause for thought; pause for thought.
So, with that in mind, take care everyone, and remember that the virus is lurking close by. Wash your hands, keep your distance etc etc etc. God bless.