I decided to take myself seriously today and at least try to get back on track with a bit of healthy exercise. Although we’d had another disturbed night, we were, of course, up with the lark awaiting the nurse’s arrival at seven o’clock. But, instead of going back to bed and pulling the covers over my head, I thought I’d follow the plan I had set out for myself yesterday.
The plan was to do a bit of yoga since I had missed class on Tuesday, and then take myself a walk to see if the fresh air would chase away the blues. I did feel better for having done both of those two things, and I even came back home and had a little go on my swing in the back garden. John, in the meantime, took himself back to bed and slept on for a while. It is he who has the disturbed nights – always very restless – and we never know how to ensure he gets the requisite amount of sleep, no matter what we try. His restlessness spills over onto me too, so both of us wake up bleary-eyed most days.
However, we both faced the day with relative enthusiasm and John was in the garage for much of the day faffing about with his car. He put the doors on the other day, to much fanfare, but when I asked him what he’d been doing today, he said, “Taking the doors off again.” We both giggled. Life’s often like that, isn’t? You just think you’ve got it all sorted when you realise there’s an essential something missing, and you have to start all over again.
One thing I have to start all over again is a haircut. I was due to go to the hairdressers today and I was very much looking forward to it. A little punctuation to my day, so I thought. Only to find that I was an hour out, and the hairdresser phoned me to say I’d missed my appointment, and no, sorry, she couldn’t squeeze me in today, or any day before we go away on Monday. I wasn’t half cross with myself!!!
I had proposed to call in on Paul after I’d been to the hairdresser today. He was ‘wfh’ today. Wfh? Working from home…… I decided to go anyway, despite the fact that the visit to the hairdressers was no longer viable, and cheer myself up by looking at his lovely face. I had a little gift for Freddie that I wanted to drop in. John came with me too, and we had a lovely little interlude over in Kenilworth for fifteen minutes or so.
On our return, I had to find an excuse to sit down and watch the tennis at Roland Garros again, so the knitting came in handy for that, and John went back to wrestle with his car doors before our evening meal.
I think the doors were just as much as he could handle, however, as the ol’ man came in, puffing rather well. We’re not sure what’s going on with his chest, although it’s clear that the infection is healing up as he isn’t coughing so badly now. Yay!!
After our meal, we trawled the TV for anything decent to watch and plumped on the film ‘Just Mercy’, which is based on a true story about a lawyer fighting for a black man wrongly convicted of murder, and the attempts to get him off death row. It was very tense and a horrible reminder of how black people continue to be treated in America – and probably here too. I felt exhausted after I’d watched it. Heaven knows how they all feel, or felt, going through it.
What with one thing and another today, I didn’t watch the news. However, I did overhear the shocking number of 17,540 people having been confirmed as infected the with virus today. I heard the number and had to double-check, nay, triple-check as to whether I’d heard right. It is.
Locally, in the Solihull area, we are at the ‘R’ rate of 1.4, and there are now 6 cases in Balsall Common. 77 people have died nationally in the community in the last twenty-four hours and 32 in hospitals, on 6 & & October.
The virus now seems to be rampant again and the government is looking at a three-tier system of classifying the risks. Our area is already high risk……. help!! Mind you, if you listen to Trump, the virus is ‘a blessing from God’. Nearly choked over me cup of tea when I heard that!!! The fact that he’s got over the virus so easily is the worst of all scenarios in my view – heaven help us and save us from lunatics.
WYH. KYD. WYM. OK?
All new abbreviations filtering into our conscious…. Wash Your Hands. Keep Your Distance. Wear Your Mask.
Wilco – over and out! Stay safe everyone. God bless.