A quiet day

After the fun and games of the last two days, both John and I were exhausted today. Neither of us was keen to do anything much. As soon as I started beating myself up about all the things there are to do, I stopped myself and decided today would be a quiet day. A day of rest. Heaven knows we need it.

John got up just before nine to attend to a collection of the old washing machine drum, brought me a cup of tea and then went back to bed. I got up just after eleven, having had a nice, long lie-in. Another one of those days when getting out of bed didn’t appeal.

John had slept well and looked a little bit more refreshed than he has for a long while, so I am hopeful that the continued good night’s sleeps will be very beneficial.

Once we were both out of bed we had a couple of pains aux raisins to cheer us up before we sat down to spend the day goggle-eyed, watching the TV – and nothing else.

We chose programmes that were not at all challenging (well, I chose) such as the Winter Olympics; the programme about the Beatles; the Great British Menu and Breaking Dad. Lovely stuff, designed to send your brain to mush.

I managed to forget that I’d promised to Zoom with the college girls this evening after our aborted plans last week, and everyone was waiting for the invitation to join in…… regrettably, I was too busy concentrating on John to get going on that tonight. Next week – definitely next week. Maybe.

We did take a bit of a walk up to the shops at tea-time however, as a breath of fresh air was needed and the fish ‘n chip shop was calling. I left John to go into the fish and chip shop while I collected a prescription from the pharmacy. That took ages and John was home before I saw where he was, and then I had to sprint to let him in the house.

John decided he ought to start training now for his planned walk of a mile a day in March to raise money for the Anthony Nolan Trust, without which he may not have lived to this ripe old age, of course. Hehe – that’s going to be fun. Watch this space, folks – I’ll keep you updated. If you have access to Facebook this is the link for donations: https://www.facebook.com/donate/308679097951059/?fundraiser_source=external_url

This evening, I was very excited for Paul, who’d been offered tickets to Anfield to watch the Liverpool v Leicester match. I think it’s the first time he’s been to the stadium even though he’s been a lifelong fan. He’s a happy bunny because his team won. Lovely – nice to see a happy face.

Meanwhile, the news is full of exciting things like the Met Commissioner, Cressida Dick resigning; Liz Truss inciting war; Prince Charles contracting Covid-19 again; and such like. However, what the news is not full of is scientists, who might explain how the decision to withdraw mitigations for the protection of the population from the coronavirus, was arrived at. In fact, they are very conspicuous by their absence. Anyone? Oh…. it’s old news now and the pandemic is over, isn’t it? Silly me.

Take care everyone. Despite what they are telling you, it’s not over – well, not for us, anyway. God bless.

66,638 people tested positive for the virus today; 206 people died; 1,308 people were admitted to hospital.