The chatter on the news about what we should do for Christmas, either on the radio, TV or social media, is beginning to feel like White Noise now. Last week, when we nipped into Solihull, I was wondering why people were just seemingly ignoring the rules. But I am beginning to understand now. Whatever the government says, within a short space of time there is argument and counter-argument, which begins to grow ever louder and more complicated to the point that we just want to use the ‘off’ button. Or is it just me?
So, I decided today to tune out for a day or two in the hope that I will come back to it all a bit refreshed. Instead of taking keen notice of what is being said, I am simply going to look inwards and wrap my Christmas presents. Yep. It’s ostrich time. Can’t be doing with it any more. For now, anyway.
In line with ‘tuning out’, I toddled off to the hairdressers this morning. What a treat. I have been hairdresser phobic for most of my adult life, but I have found a hairdresser who doesn’t have any airs and graces, and seems to get me. This means that, when I arrive, she kindly asks what she is doing with my hair, and I answer something along the lines of, “Just take about an inch off and create a bit of shape please.” So she gets on with it and I always come out looking sleek.
After I’d been to the hairdressers, I called in on Paul and Harriet to take a parcel that the hairdresser had given me for Harriet. So lovely to see them and chat on the doorstep for a minute or two. I was making a delivery don’t you know, so I am sure it was OK to call. I didn’t stay long because I was conscious that John was walking in the rain and, if I could get back in time, I could collect him and save him getting too wet. He’d been down to the surgery for some treatment – but I’d got the car, so he had an enforced walk. It transpired that he’d made it back home before I had chance to catch him half-way up the hill. He’d done well – made it there and back in one piece.
We both sat on the sofa for a while drinking tea before John went to do some more poker playing on the computer before lunch. Then he was up for another walk. This time to hand-deliver some cards locally, for which I was very grateful. Meanwhile, I had announced that I planned to ensconce myself upstairs to wade my way through the pile of papers I’d accumulated; pay some bills; make some phone calls to sort out some of Mum’s affairs; and generally do some filing of John’s medical notes. So far, so good. I’ve managed to clear the desk area – just the bed area to go.
Being a poor judge of time, I had thought I might whizz through the papers today and get onto the present-wrapping. Another hahahahaha moment, as I find myself only half-way through the first job of paper shuffling. Ah, well, maybe tomorrow?
John cooked our evening meal while I finalised a few more decisions on the papers, and we sat at the breakfast bar to eat for a change. John’s eyes are really giving him jip and making him feel exceptionally miserable. Not only that, but he was worn out from having shifted (all on his own) the old dishwasher onto the pavement, because the new one is to be delivered on Friday. Oh, whooopee-doop! John is particularly fed up of handwashing the dishes so we can’t wait…… it’s a hard life, eh?
This evening was Quiz Night. Another cracking evening with some great questions and great company. Thoroughly enjoyed it. We even got a few of the answers right. Poor Nigel was torn though. It was the Liverpool/Tottenham match on Amazon and he really wanted to watch it. He’d half thought about sending in a sick note for the quiz, but changed his mind at the last minute and joined in. Not sure we’d have accepted a sick note though, to be honest.
So what’s new on the COVID front then, folks? Nothing new. Lots of people sick, dying and being admitted to hospital.
- 25,161 people confirmed as infected with the virus today
- 612 people have died today in the community
- 1,770 people have been admitted to hospital today with the virus
- 186 people have died in hospitals from the virus
- And today is the *last* day of our Tier 3 -Day 15 – before we hear whether we stay or change a tier
- 273 days have elapsed since March when we locked ourselves in
Goodness me. What a lot of water has passed under the bridge this year, and we are no better at managing the contagion. The vaccine will help for sure, so I’m looking forward to that. How about you?
Take care everyone. God bless.