It’s all about me….

Nope. Today wasn’t happening. It wasn’t even the Monday morning feeling, because it wasn’t like I was going back to work or anything like that. It was just that I felt very, very tired.

I had made a list to try and winkle myself out of bed this morning. Things like: Open the curtains – to let the light in, to see if that would encourage me out of bed. And did it? Nope. Drink a glass of water – to see if hydration first thing would prompt the legs swinging out of bed. Did it? Nope. Meditate – to help my mind clear its clutter and create an enthusiasm for the day ahead. Result? Nope. And so on. The list ran to six encouraging items – none of which worked. I resolutely stayed in bed with my early morning cuppa that John had brought me about nine o’clock.

I finally forced myself out of bed about half past ten, having left John snoozing. It was as much as I could do though, to prepare a bite to eat, make another cuppa and empty the dishwasher. I decided, then, to give in on all the jobs I’d got lined up and took myself to the library area and read my book instead.

John came downstairs around mid-day and went into eat-drink-poker mode. Eventually, we both sat down to watch the news at one o’clock, whereupon I promptly fell asleep until half past three.

Groggy, I roused myself, aware that we were due to be ‘Zooming’ in with Carol and John this afternoon. I dragged myself to the kitchen to make another hot drink and hauled myself upstairs to log in. Boy, I was so tired. I have absolutely no idea why.

Anyway, the chat with Carol and John brightened me up and I felt better by the end of it. John offered to cook our evening meal as I had suggested that we might just have egg and chips which is relatively easy to cook. Of course, I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth so I said yes. I am sure I’ll soon feel recovered. Maybe tomorrow?

John, after his marathon sleeps yesterday, was awake all day once he’d got up at lunchtime, and he had enough energy to play poker, watch TV, join in well with our chat on Zoom and cook the tea. Can’t be bad. I also think, echoing in the mists of my sleep, that I heard him talking animatedly to George P on the phone this afternoon.

John is still a Puffing Billy and struggling a little bit to get some strength back. Unfortunately, because I was asleep this afternoon, we never did go for a walk today to test his legs and strength out today. Another ‘maybe tomorrow’ scenario?

In the meantime, the country has been taken up with the children going back to school and, according to the Kenilworth Sleaths all went well today for Freddie and Lily. I think I heard a collective sigh of relief among all the parents as they waved goodbye to all their little darlings at about half past eight this morning – did you hear it?

The country has also gone crazy for the Royal family gossip, fueled by the interview that Meghan and Harry have done in America. Goodness me, people, there are more important things to worry about, surely? Let’s not get distracted here.

The numbers of people contracting the virus and dying from it continue to fall which is a relief, but there are warnings of the Brazilian variant threatening, so I don’t think we can be complacent yet. However, for now, I am celebrating the success of lockdown three, and looking forward to the moment when we can at least meet up with family at the end of the month.

  • 4,712 people tested positive for the virus today
  • 65 people died in the community with the virus in the last 24 hours
  • 47 people died in hospitals with the virus on 6 & 7 March
  • Lockdown 3 is ended, sort of, unless you count the fact that we adults still can’t meet up with anyone. So it might be Day 61 of Lockdown 3.
  • It is, however, Day 349 since the beginning of Lockdown 1; and Day 357 since the shutters came down at our house in March last year.

Take care everyone. God bless.