How blessed we are with glorious weather at the moment. The sun was shining beautifully again this morning which prompted me to sit outside on the patio to eat my breakfast. Admittedly, the sun was low in the sky and there were long shadows but, nonetheless, it was balmy and beautiful. I even had Shadow for company, stretching out alongside me, purring loudly at the warmth of the sun. This is what I like. Listening to the birds in the trees, turning my face to the sun and, for a moment, feeling carefree.
I had slept well. John had suggested that I might like to use the spare room last night as he had lively legs. I didn’t need telling twice. To be woken up with a start in the middle of a deep sleep, having been kicked in the back or the legs is something I can willingly forego. So I had an undisturbed night’s sleep and felt the better for it when I woke up this morning.
John on the other hand, had had a ‘divil’ of a night. His lively legs had kept him awake too. As I went through to wish him good morning, his first reaction was, “It’s a good job you didn’t stay here last night. I was all over the place.” He was exhausted, poor man. I took him a cup of tea and some tablets but let him sleep on.
We were in a dilemma, of course, as to what to do about picking up on our planned getaway down to Devon. Should we still go, just for the weekend? I was doubtful. John is still not very well, and we didn’t want to be spoiling anyone else’s fun if we couldn’t join in. Equally, what’s the point of spending hard-earned cash on a trip away if you might just stay indoors all day? We mulled it over and, having thoroughly thought it through, we decided against the trip after all.
So we are here at home – but we had fish and chips for tea as a nod to the fact that we should be on ‘us ‘olidays’.
As it was such a pleasant day, I managed to go for a walk today. Something I had promised myself yesterday but I was too lazy to do then. Had a really great time wandering round the local park in ‘Katherine’s Wood’. So peaceful and enchanting. I snuggled up to inviting trees and gave one or two of them a hug; I crouched down to inspect the wondrous fungi emerging from the earth; and looked up through the canopy of leaves towards the sun to revel in the great outdoors. Smashing.
Just as I was nearing the end of my walk, Michael phoned to chat about whether we were planning the trip down to Devon or not. William was there, too, and he wondered where I was. I told him and showed him that I was wandering in the woods. He said he’d like to be wandering in the woods with me too. Yep. Sometime soon, William. Sometime soon.
John got up late morning, still feeling breathless whenever he moved. So, basically, we have both sat around all afternoon, doing nothing much at all. We wore our fingers out on the remote control, flicking through the channels, though. And I threatened to do the ironing which is cowering in a corner. But I only threatened it. Didn’t actually do it. Just kept adding to the pile all day. I don’t know where it all comes from, I’m sure. The pile seems high enough to clothe a hundred people and yet there are only the two of us here. Oh, I know! It was all those jumpers I found in John’s cupboard yesterday, wasn’t it? One of which is now my jumper – shrunk to fit…..
I left John watching a film this evening as it was soon time to make my way upstairs to the computer room to Zoom-chat with the college girls. Had a nice chin wag. So good to see those who could make it this evening. Great to see Linda’s new puppy; to sympathise with Liz and offer advice over her half-sliced off finger (Ray to the rescue!); to extend our sincere condolences to dear Sue, whose cousin has recently died; and to celebrate with Janet now that the kids have moved out and she and Trevor have their house to themselves.
In other news, there have been 18,980 people confirmed as infected with COVID-19 today. 138 people have died in the community. An average of 700 people a day are being hospitalised with the infection, and 48 people died in hospitals of it on 13 & 14 October.
The infection rate is one thing with temperatures rising apace, but everyone is now getting very hot under the collar about how to manage the situation, with Andy Burnham, the Mayer of Greater Manchester, openly opposing the plans for Tier 3 in his area. Anarchy beckons, I reckon, and the warlords are amassing.
Sharpen your swords everyone. And, if you can’t do that, keep washing your hands, keep keeping your distance and wear your masks etc. etc. Take care and God bless.