Easter Sunday

Life seems so wonderful, doesn’t it, when you don’t look too closely? Or when it’s written down, like I do in a blog, and it’s seemingly mundane? And it looks like you are coping when you make a joke of it?

Well, there you are. Life ain’t that easy folks. And this has just been highlighted to me when I had a bit of a spat with my brother (who resides in Oz, don’t ya know), on a WhatsApp call. The spat ranged across a variety of things, but included the fact that I should leave Mum to it. ‘Scuse me? Really?

I don’t think he meant it how I took it. He was feeling raw, because he’s having a difficult time himself just now. And I get it. It is so hard to deal with the practical things as well as the emotional stuff when you are endeavouring to cope with a partner’s illness. By ‘eck! It’s tough!

What struck me, though, was the fact that those very difficult things, and those ‘near-death‘ experiences, are somehow sanitised when you write them down on a blog. Life experiences are distanced somehow. And the conversation with Graham highlighted this in spades. No-one, just having read my blog, can have any real comprehension of the depths to which we have plumbed in the last fifteen years.

Ah, well.

Anyway….. it was Easter Day today. Alleluia! It’s a day of hope. And I hope that things will improve for us; I hope that John feels better; I hope that our kids get what they are dreaming of; I hope that Gail gets better; that my Mum doesn’t suffer in her ageing; that friends, and their families, live in peace and harmony….. and so on. God bless us all.

Our day was taken up with more medical stuff and visiting family and friends. John’s infusion actually happened at the appointed time and, beauty of beauties, the drug for tomorrow was delivered and is safely stowed in the fridge.

I had planned to ‘go to church’ this morning but I fell back asleep after the alarm went off, so missed the service being live-streamed. Not yet caught up but hope to do so soon…. I finally managed to drop Easter cards and Easter Eggs off to the various destinations this afternoon. Phew.

I was delighted that the Easter Bunny visited us this morning……in the guise of dear Margaret. I was puzzled as to why this very posh car was pulling up and stopping in front of my house…… well, what do you know? It’s Margaret with a handful of Easter eggs. Thank you very much!

I toddled over to Mum’s this afternoon to deliver an Easter Egg or two, only to find she wasn’t well again. Oh, dear. What to do? I offered paracetamol, tea and sympathy which seemed to do the trick. I suggested that if she felt unwell she might like to lie on the bed. She considered this for a nano-second and seemed to reject the idea. However, the carer found her lying in bed this evening. Something stuck, obvs….

This evening, we had the traditional lamb dinner and then, tipsy on wine, decided to go for an aperitif or two. This resulted in us playing lots of seventies music to which we sang or danced… and then came the phone call with Gail and Graham – and said spat. Oh, dear, must have had too much to drink…..

Just to keep you posted on the COVID front, we are as follows….

• 2,297 people tested positive for the virus today
• 10 people died with the virus in the community in the last 24 hours
• 8 people died in hospitals with the virus on 1 & 2 April
• And it’s Day 7 of the lifting of Lockdown 3; Day 377 since Lockdown 1; Day 382 since our self-imposed Lockdown 1

Take care everyone, and God bless.