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We’re getting there….. that’s what someone I used to meet at church said all the time and I wondered, each and every time they said it, where are we getting to? Well, after all these years, I still don’t know, but all I know is – we’re definitely getting there!

In this instance, I am, of course, referring to our DIY exploits. And specifically, the lounge. Nearly there – although you wouldn’t believe it, but we have found another job to do in there now, on top of the curtain shortening I mentioned the other day. I rounded the corner and made my way into the library area to admire the radiator cover, so nicely installed. Oh. I didn’t like it. Unfortunately, the radiator itself is as tall as the windowsill. So the radiator cover is a good centimetre proud of the windowsill and looks very silly. In fact, it looks ashamed of itself. I mean, you can almost see its hunched shoulders as it tries to squat down to the right height. It knows it’s all wrong. Hmmm….. whatever shall we do?

There are three options: 1) have no radiator cover at all; 2) leave it as it is in all its gloriously embarrassing state; 3) replace the radiator. Now, which one do you reckon we are going for? The easiest option of no cover at all? Nope. The most difficult option, of course! Replacing the radiator. John just loves a challenge.

However, having made that decision, we have now cleared out all of the tools from the lounge and we actually sat in there feeling less like we were in a hotel lobby this afternoon. I must have felt comfortable because I fell asleep on the new sofa. There, that’s acceptance and contentment for you.

I was tired, but it wasn’t as if I’d done a great deal today at all. I had pottered about with housework and some ironing and looked into paying a few bills for Mum. We had then taken ourselves over to Sutton to gather up some cardboard to take to the re-cycling centre on Sunday. John has booked a slot as we have a bit of our own cardboard to take (as per my photo on Monday) plus some empty paint tins and, no doubt, other stuff we’ll be able to find between now and then. So, we thought it would be worth our while to take the pile that the Sutton Sleaths had gathered over Christmas.

In fact, I was weary enough to suggest, once we got back home, that we get fish and chips for tea this evening. We have a fridge and freezer full of lovely things, but to have to think about what to put together felt beyond me today. But the fish and chip supper is a blessing in disguise. There’s not a lot to clear away or wash up after we’ve eaten. Oh, whoopee!

So, why is it all tickety-boo? Well, things have felt good. For example, the Kirby man came and serviced the vacuum cleaner this morning (I made him do it in the porch), so that feels good; we’ve cleared the lounge and it’s tidy, so that feels good; we have done a good deed on the cardboard front, so that also feels positive; I paid bills – and that always makes you feel virtuous, doesn’t it? I phoned the supplier of the fitness wrist band I’d bought John, only to find it is faulty – and they said they send a new one, so that was a result.

And then, it was leisure time this evening with Quiz Night. And that always makes us feel wonderful. There is always the mental challenge of course, trying to answer questions that you think you might know the answer to; and then there’s the chit-chat about how everyone is and what is happening outside our own four walls; and finally, there is always laughter. Someone always says something to make us chuckle.

If that wasn’t enough, the news today has been upbeat. The vaccine seems to keep the infection rate at bay in a lot of cases, and those who are being monitored for antibodies, having previously contracted the virus, are shown to have immunity at least 6 months later. Positive stuff which stirs hope.

And finally, finally, I feel good because I managed to video myself doing one of the readings for next Sunday’s service and send it on a new-fangled platform called ‘wetransfer‘. I expect you will all have heard of it, but it was new to me. And I navigated it perfectly. *Does a little dance*

Meanwhile, people clapped for Captain Sir Tom and the NHS at 6 o’clock this evening – although we didn’t. All this clapping malarkey feels very hollow to me. It shouldn’t take a 100 year-old man to be raising millions of pounds for the NHS. Neither should it be that the reward for the exhausting, draining work the NHS staff do, is just applause. We have to get better than this. I don’t know how – other than writing to my MP and signing petitions to force a debate in Parliament – but clapping on our doorsteps just doesn’t cut it now that we are a year in, in my opinion.

• 19,202 people tested positive for the virus today
• 1,322 people died in the community from it in the last 24 hours
• 313 people died in hospitals on 1 & 2 February

Restrictions are still in force until at least 8 March. I think I might be OK with that, if we can have more tickety-boo days like today. Fingers crossed that we do. We are now 29 days in to our third lockdown, and I am praying that those less fortune than us will be blessed and find the strength and wisdom to get through the next 30 days without a nervous breakdown. It’s a long haul – 321 days since we shut in last March but Spring is on its way. There are snowdrops and daffodils out already.

And baby Arthur is a little character and doing as well as he should be – thank the Lord.

Take care everyone. God bless.

Not content with just dreaming about Ragdale Hall yesterday, I decided to full-on embrace the vibe today. I may not have a swimming pool or a spa area, but I do have a bath. In went the special salts to remind me of the Volcano Salts room, and I breathed in their aroma and the steam. I took myself to the ‘beautician’ where I treated myself to a face mask and lay quietly while it did its work, contemplating what might be whenever we’re allowed out. I sat and flicked through a magazine, imagining that I was in the Atrium awaiting the next treatment. At the ‘hairdressers’ I had a makeover and a hair colour. I took in a pedicure and manicure. I drank freshly-drawn and filtered water as a rehydrator. And I wished for my friends to join in. Some did, in the form of playing interactive puzzles – and it felt very nice, thank you. I do hope we can do it for real again one day. In the meantime, I might take myself off to ‘Ragdale-at-home’ again in the not-too-distant future to lift my spirits up until we can. DIY with a difference, eh?

John, on the other hand, has had a busy day. He was up and sorting out all his medications in good time this morning, because he was going out to play. Bryan called for him and they took a socially-distanced walk around the village. He thoroughly enjoyed it, although it’s probably the furthest he’s walked for a long time. It’s amazing what you can do when you’re motivated, isn’t it?

Once he was home, he sat and recovered, savouring a cup of coffee and a sandwich, but not for long. He was keen to get the long radiator cover finally put together, which involved joining two medium-sized covers. He has beavered away at the job really well and done a good job – you can hardly see the join. And it does look smart.

I’d post a photo except that my phone is still objecting to sharing its photos. This may have something to do with the fact that I’ve got too many on there, but I can’t, for the life of me, work out how to save the blooming things on the computer and take them off my phone. Up until about a year ago, I used to just plug my phone in and transfer the pictures across. However, I suspect an ‘upgrade’ changed all that and I can no longer do the simple exchange. Might have to phone Mr Apple up and see if he can help…..

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, the radiator covers…. there is a down-side to the new covers. I now have another job. I will have to shorten two lots of curtains…..God, it’s never-ending……

After we’d eaten our evening meal, I was looking forward to having a natter with the old school ‘gang’ on Zoom. I thoroughly enjoyed the chat – it was great, but only half of us could make it. Rob had texted to let us know that Kaye wasn’t feeling well, and Dave and Chris didn’t log on. When I texted them, they replied to apologise and say they couldn’t make it. Ah well, next time, I hope.

The rest of us did have a good natter. It was nice to see Richard for a change and, of course, George and Sue, who are always great company. Mind you, we repeated ourselves a bit – the others were aware of what we’d been up to, because they’d read the blog, and Richard had phoned John on Sunday, so they’d already talked about the issues with the Lotus. It was lovely to hear everyone’s news – especially George’s tale of how he had his shed installed. Made us giggle a bit at that. I am not sure that we had a great deal of news, but that didn’t stop us doing a lot of the talking! I do so love my friends – I am so thankful for them being there for us. It’s wonderful. More Zoom-ins, I think.

On a more mundane note, there was no phone call or text message today to tell John he would be attended to for his vaccination. So I phoned the Community Nurses up to see what was what. They only hadn’t got his name on their list, so it wasn’t going to happen any time soon! I was glad I phoned. Apparently, the surgery had failed to tell the nurses to put him on the list. Anyway, he is on the list now and someone should be calling within the next week. John was hoping they’d say the next day but clearly not. Fingers crossed they are true to their word.

• 16,840 people tested positive for the virus today
• 1,449 people died in the community in the last 24 hours, including Captain Sir Tom Moore who, at 100 years old, had walked 100 laps of his garden to raise money for the NHS
• 386 people died in hospitals on 31 January & 1 February

It’s a month – 28 days – since we started Lockdown 3. And it’s 320 days since we began this sad and sorry state of affairs. But there is hope on the horizon, despite the fact that we’ve a way to go in the lockdown stakes. And, on a positive note – all our new ways of behaving have reduced the incidence of, and deaths from flu, too. So it can’t all be bad, can it? Just got to keep our chins up.

Take care everyone. God bless……

Morning!! It’s not a bad morning. As I pull the blinds up I see that it’s bit cloudy and a bit damp, but not unexpected at this time of the year. I think I’ll just have a little doze in bed for a bit – unless you are going to to bring me a cup of tea? Oh, you are? How wonderful. I might stay in bed a bit longer and play games on my phone, if that’s OK? What do you reckon? Whatever……. he says, as he puts the tea down and repeats, a few times, here’s your tea, look, here’s your tea – just in case I forget it.

I whiled away the morning in bed. I pretended I was on holiday. Nay, I pretended I was Ragdale Hall with my friends and relaxing, looking forward to the infinity pool later. Or even the spa area with the outdoor pool. Ah, yes, in my mind, I was there, with me mates, giggling our heads off at some silly remark, or sympathising with the latest difficulty. Clearly not going to miss going to Ragdale this month – not much, no. Oh, dear….. wish I were there…..

Ah well, I finally got myself out of bed at mid-day and then got on. I had eventually got to the point where I really could clear out the kitchen. Everywhere else was packed with cardboard, or screws and power tools, or bits of radiator covers. I’d share all the photos I took if I could, but my phone doesn’t want to share. However, this one’s good, don’t you think?

John, bless his cotton socks, has worked and worked and worked today on the radiator covers. The thing is, nothing is ever simple, is it? In order to cover the large radiator in the lounge, John had to order two medium-sized ones, and now he’s got to put them together. Cut a bit off here, drill a hole or two there, glue a bit over there and then, *expletive, expletive, expletive*, does that look level? Oo-er, maybe, maybe not?

We are nearly there, honestly. The lounge will soon be all done….. I mean, I even fitted a curtain rail fixing today, that I’d found rolling about the floor….Although, to be honest, I don’t think I am destined to be sitting in a finished room, ever. There’s always something to be done. As John says (as did his Dad before him), “Do you want it finished, or do you want to be able to use it?” We always opt for the latter, of course…..

In between times, when we were having a rest from the strenuous efforts we were making to try and get things finished, John sat and watched the programme called ‘Narcos’ on Netflix, and I sat and did a puzzle or two. Gotta keep those brain cells working, y’know!

After we’d eaten our evening meal, we both sat down to watch the TV but, as I chose ‘Bridgerton’, John went and fiddled on the computer. Everyone says what a great series this is, but I am at the stage in the programme where there are big misunderstandings and big disappointments looming. Can’t quite cope with that just now, so I might give it a miss for a few days.

We had a lovely face-time with Thomas though, which cheered me up no end. He was in the bath and chuckling away as water trickled down first one arm, then the other. These grandchildren just fill my heart to bursting. Had to laugh at Christiana though, this evening. Ever-mindful of ‘elf and safety’ she posted a video of herself, chortling away, as she tested out the non-slip material under the playmat for Alexander. Honestly, I had it on a loop several times as it was so funny. Nothing like laughter to make you laugh, eh?

That’s what we need now to boost our spirits – laughter. Hoping to have some of that when we ‘Zoom’ in to chat to friends this week.

While we’ve been going about our little chores at home, there are still people struggling with blooming COVID-19, however.

• 18,607 people tested positive with the virus today
• 406 people died in the community
• 209 people died in hospitals on 30 & 31 January

All of that looks like the figures are coming down and we’re on the right track at last. But wait! Did I hear Boris talk about ‘opening things up’? Oh, my giddy aunt! We’re going to be on this rollercoaster forever, aren’t we? And John still hasn’t heard about his jab…… lots of grinding of teeth in our household right now.

So, on Day 319 of Lockdown 1 and Day 27 of Lockdown 3, I can report that young Arthur continues to make progress. And, we saw some beautiful pictures of him, stretching his very long legs out today. Don’t know if I am allowed to say this, but he didn’t half look like Liz in one of the photos. Oh, my heart.

And in cat news, the little devils are still shunning their new beds, although they did have a rummage around in amongst the catnip for a while, so maybe they’ll use them…. maybe? Nah… I think they prefer sofas and beds.

Take care everyone. God bless. Oh, wait, did you know that double-masking is the thing now?

Shopping is very different now, isn’t it? Each time I do some grocery shopping on-line, the supermarket very kindly sends me my shopping in plastic carrier bags. Unfortunately, at the moment, the carrier bags can’t be handed back to the driver in case of infection, so we gather them together, pop them in another carrier bag and tuck them under the stairs. I can’t now get under the stairs to find anything else because there are hundreds of the ruddy things!

And not only that, but, as we’re at home a lot of the time and doing DIY, we’re ordering equipment and materials and gadgets and so on. So there is lots of cardboard packaging too. We can hardly get out of the front door because of the cardboard packaging that came, protecting the radiator covers. And not only that but, there’s polystyrene in there too. Eurgh….. it makes me shudder just to touch the stuff. Our house, although we’re doing our best to make it look a bit more something like, is actually looking like a hoarders paradise at the moment. Packaging…… if only I’d invested my money in packaging I might be rich by now!

Ah, well, we’ll try and ram it all into the re-cycling bin and see how much is left over before we start running up and down the road plonking it into the neighbours’ bins.

However, the radiators are beginning to look smart. John has done a cracking job so far and there’s just one more to go. Bless him, he’s laboured diligently all day to sort them out despite the fact that his lungs have objected to all the effort he’s making.

In addition to all that work John has been doing, he took on an additional, unexpected task today. Paul posted a photo of an exercise bike on the family WhatsApp and asked if anyone would like it. John got in first and said ‘yes, please’. To which Paul responded with, “Right, I’ll bring it round in half an hour.” Crikey.

Anyway, the bike duly arrived and so keen was John that he began to put it together immediately. “Where are we going to put it?” I wondered. “In the SnuGym.” he promptly replied. “But there’s no room in there,” I wailed. He reckoned it wasn’t a big piece of equipment and it would fit alright. I tried once more, “What about my yoga? I love to put my mat down and do my yoga in there” It’ll fit, he insisted. Well, he’s put it in there, but I haven’t looked yet……. I am not sure that I dare. Although I did look on the bright side and suggested that we could exercise together – me on the cross-trainer and him on the bike. He thought that was a good idea – but will it happen? Ha! Ha! We’ll wait and see.

For my part, I have been having a tidy up all around the house, as best I can. Having ignored much of the house work for the last couple of weeks or so because I’ve been decorating, I finally got round to doing a spot of dusting, vacuuming and bed changing. The washing machine continues to work overtime as I now have all the dust sheets to wash as well as the sheets off two beds because we’ve bed-hopped a bit in recent weeks. Any minute now, we’ll have it all done…..

As news comes in, however, of several friends of John’s having had their first vaccine shots, John has got more and more irritated that he hasn’t had his. Soothingly, I point out that as he’s due his jab from the community nurses, it will, inevitably, take longer for them to get to him. But, I must confess, I am also puzzled as to why they’ve not hot-footed it to our door yet. Fingers crossed they’ll turn up this week.

• 21,088 people tested positive for the virus today
• 587 people died in the community form it
• 293 people died in hospitals on 29 & 30 January

I know it’s the weekend, but I am hoping that these figures really are indicative of a slow-down of the virus’ grip on the population.

In baby news, young Arthur is still being carefully looked after and monitored, and we are lucky to see photos of him and his Mum and Dad holding him close. So cute.

And in cat news, they are still giving the new beds a wide berth. However, I have put some catnip in the beds this evening, so we’ll see if that tempts the little blighters in.

Take care everyone. God bless

I always have a long list of ‘things to do’. I rarely get through the list and, now that I am older, I am finding that the list is getting longer before I’ve even started! Now, this may have something to do with being a lazybones and hugging my bed. For example, this morning, I woke at about 8 o’clock and, immediately all those tasks whizzed and whirred around in my head, leaving me exhausted before I’d hardly surfaced. Daunted, I lay back down again and snoozed a bit longer. In the end, I decided that I was going to rest awhile before tackling the ever-exploding house, and finally got up at 11 o’clock, having word-gamed, puzzled and read for a while leaning up against my pillows like Lady Muck.

Once I was downstairs, it was brunch time, so I got on and cooked paleo banana pancakes, drizzled with maple syrup and scattered with pecans, raspberries and blueberries – as per the nutritionist’s instructions to create a rainbow at every meal to improve John’s health. Hmm….. not sure I found any green to go into it though….. Anyway, it was very nice and it set us up for the rest of the day.

Thereafter, the plan was to whizz through some housework, visit my Mum and then relax this evening. Unfortunately, the whizzing didn’t happen. I laboured, more like – and even then, the toiling hardly bore fruit as there’s still more to do. I think it’s mainly because I get distracted and start titivating.

On the titivating note, I am pleased to report that John has been busy with setting up the radiator covers. I suggested that it would be good to do the hall one first, so he got on with that. All very good progress but, as with every piece of furniture that you don’t move for months on end, there was an awful lot of fluff behind the radiator that needed a clean-out first. Anyway, he has done it and I think it looks really nice.

John moved on to setting up the next one in the lounge – a small one just under the window by the telly. By now, he’s a bit tired but determined. I was in the kitchen when I heard a bit of a crash. Nothing major at all, and all it took was the dustpan and brush to sweep up, and a couple of plasters……. We now have two light balls instead of three. But John was fed up by then, so I suggested he leave the rest until tomorrow. What he’s done there, though, also looks good. Ooh, we ain’t ‘arf posh!

I did get to Mum’s and she was on fine form. I have been limiting my visits because of the news about the variant virus and neither John nor I having had the vaccine yet. Trying to be careful. Anyway, she was very cheerful and chatted happily to me as I went about the flat sorting a few things out. There had been a report this week that she had lost her false teeth, but all was in order when I got there and she couldn’t remember where she had found them in the end.

True to form, Mum’s memory remains poor and she’s struggling to recall people and places. I was the bearer of bad news when I had to relay the message to her that her lifelong friend, another Hazel, passed away last week. I explained that she had been in a care home for the last three or four years suffering from dementia. A fact that Mum really couldn’t remember. She recalled Hazel as being a friend but struggled to bring her to mind. Naturally, she was very sorry to hear the news and promptly said she’d need to send her condolences. Fortunately, I found a sympathy card in amongst Mum’s spares and she was able to sign it, ready for me to send it.

We always have a bit of a giggle though, and today was no exception when we were talking about the carers coming in. She said they were very nice and could be helpful ‘sometimes’. Ah – just sometimes, Mum? And that was when the giggling started – no, they didn’t get her dressed and washed in the morning, she didn’t think they did anything much. Not even get you your breakfast? No, she didn’t think they did. Then she wondered if they did. Then she realised she couldn’t really remember and she was at all sure what they did. Well, at least she’s good-natured about it all – that’s such a relief. I mean, there wasn’t a single criticism of me today, just ‘thank you for all you’ve done, dear’.

I wasn’t in the mood to carry on with any of the things on my list when I got back, so we did relax this evening and watched TV. Started watching the Pirates of the Caribbean which is always a great romp, but John got fed up half-way through so we swapped channels and I chose to watch The Masked Singer instead, which is of no intellectual value at all. John chose to vacate the lounge and watch a thriller on the TV in the kitchen.

• 23,275 people tested positive for the virus today
• 1,200 people died in the community today
• 423 people died of the virus in hospitals on 28 & 29 January

Who’d have thought it? We’re nearly at the end of the January and we’re still incarcerated. Day 25 of Lockdown 3 and Day 317 since last March.

Young Arthur is still doing OK and his Mum and dad are beginning to climb down from the shock of it all. Heavy times ahead with daily visits to the hospital though, so please keep sending positive thoughts their way.

And the cats are still sniffing their new beds but not going in! Any tips?

Take care everyone. God bless.

I groaned. The alarm had gone off and I didn’t want to get up. I knew I had to though, because Mark was coming to cement in the bits of the porch where the render had dropped off when he was doing the windows. John was awake too, so he said he’d run down and be around for when Mark arrived. Ooh, I was pleased. Another hour in bed, thank you very much.

Once I was up, I did a little more washing for the Sutton Sleaths, having collected another load yesterday. And, for a treat, I thought I’d iron the bedding and the trousers. I don’t know about you, but we hardly iron at all these days. The tumble dryer sorts the creases out and if you fold the clothes immediately they’re dry, there’s no creases at all. However, there are some things I do like to iron, and that is bedding. Nothing nicer than getting into bed under nice, crisp sheets.

A few house-work-y type things after that and then the door bell rang. An exciting piece of equipment was being delivered. John had ordered an all-singing, all-dancing car ramp to lift the Lotus up electronically. That’s going to be fantastic once he gets that going. He does love a toy.

John spent a fair bit of the day doing his sums. He was sorting out his finances to be able to report in to his financial partner and our eldest son, Paul. Eeh, I love it when there’s an equality between us and our boys.

A bit later on in the day, we had another delivery. This time, some radiator covers. Historically, we haven’t had those but we thought, being posh now, we’d hide the manky radiators. Of course, there’s a little bit of adjusting to do, so John will be as happy as a sandboy sawing them to size.

We were just preparing our evening meal when the front door bell went again. Another delivery. This time, it was cat beds. We are hoping to keep the cats out of the lounge for fear of them sharpening their claws on the sofas (which they did, many years ago, when our other sofas were new). Denied entry to the lounge they are at a loose end and wander about wondering where to settle. Fingers crossed that the new beds work. Shadow has sniffed one of them…. is that a hopeful sign?

After we’d eaten, we sat to watch some TV, catching up on things we’d recorded. It has to be said that we both nodded off temporarily every so often as we watched. But we had to stay up because we were waiting for a late-night grocery delivery, which finally turned up at 9.15. By the time we’d washed the shopping and put it away, we were good for nothing and flopped on the settee, too tired to get ourselves up the wooden hill to the land of nod.

With a row over the COVID vaccine deliveries with the EU, more Brexit shambles looms and I wonder what the morrow will bring. We’re falling out with our former partners already and we’re not yet a month in! I tried to get some information about when to expect John’s immunisation today but the surgery weren’t able to tell me. “It’s the community nurses who are doing the home visits.” the receptionist said. Ah, yes, we know that. “Do you have their number then, so that I can contact them and find out?” No….. of course not. So we’ll be patient and wait. Or impatient and wait.

The numbers of people infected with, and dying from, the virus is steadying, I think, so I am really, really hopeful that by Easter things will have eased just a little bit.

• 29,079 people tested positive for the virus today
• 1,245 people died from the virus in the community in the last 24 hours
• 430 people died in hospitals on 27 & 28 January

In baby news, young Arthur is still responding to the treatment on offer, and we saw a wonderful video of him today, stretching out his legs. There’s now a debate as to whether he’s going to be a footballer or a rugby player. Dawn thought his action looked just right for dropping a goal in rugby, but Ben thought that he looked like he’s got a mean right leg for shooting at goal in footy. My money’s on the footy.

So Day 24 of Lockdown 3 and Day 316 of the long lockdown draws to a close, and I am thankful for our blessings.

Take care everyone. God bless.

Our days may be on repeat, but some repeats are worth going through again and again, aren’t they? Not that house-work-y type things are worth going over and over, but I didn’t mind getting the paintbrush out to finish the last lick of paint on the skirting board and the architrave in the lounge today. There was a definite sense of satisfaction as I ticked that one off the list. The only painting to do in there now is the window frame. I know, I know, I should have done that before everything else…. but who’s to know I didn’t, if I don’t tell them?

I spent the early part of the morning gathering up the washing that I’d done for Michael and Danielle and then, just after 11.00, it was that blissful hour of yoga in our SnuGuym, which continues to be a perfect retreat for such an activity. Really enjoyed stretching out and reminding my body of what it is supposed to do. Repeat this bit of the day? I don’t mind if I do.

After I finished yoga, it was time for my singing lesson again. I have decided that I am a very slow learner. I know much of it is to do with confidence, but… keep a beat? Erm… that’s a bit rocky. Stay in tune? Rocky also. Sing out, so that I can be heard? Rocky? Yep. Despite all of that, I enjoyed the lesson and Melissa assures me that I will get better, because I’ll get the hang of it soon. Hope so, or there’s not a lot of point in having singing lessons is there? And I’d have this bit of the day on repeat again, thank you very much.

Meanwhile, John was toiling at the computer, studying the vagaries of the poker game. Made theoretical money, but puzzled over one player who went ‘all in’ but lost and only had a few shekels left, only to be on a par with John a few hands later. Well, something along those lines anyway. Don’t ask me, I have absolutely no idea how to play the game!

This afternoon, we returned the washing. Without the immediate return of clothing, I think there might have been naked boys running about….When we arrived, Danielle was out, having taken the boys to the park, so I thought I’d stretch my legs in that direction too. It was a lovely and most enjoyable walk. Yes, please, let’s repeat that bit of the day to hold in my heart again and again.

We didn’t do a great deal once we were home, other than prep and eat our evening meal and then watch a bit of TV. We watched mind-numbing drivel in the form of ‘Death in Paradise’ and thought it was probably not worth watching in the future. It reminds me of the sorts of stories you made up as a kid but didn’t actually know what the plot was and got lost half-way through. Ah well, it stopped us thinking about the COVID and Brexit horror stories anyway.

I was cheered by the news that little Arthur is doing OK. Saw a fabulous photo of him today with Ben holding him. Heart-melting? You bet. That’s another moment of the day that I wouldn’t mind if it was on repeat.

I was also delighted to hear that my friend Eileen is not COVID-positive. Although she hasn’t been well, it’s not the dreaded lurgy. Phew.

So, to the figures for today. The trend is as yesterday, with infections going down but deaths going up or plateauing.

• 28,680 people tested positive for the virus today
• 1,239 people died in the community from the virus in the last 24 hours – a slight drop.
• 445 people died of the virus in hospitals on 26 & 27 January

Although I’d love to repeat some of the wonderful parts of today, I’d really not like to be repeating the lockdown days. Today is Day 23 of Lockdown 3 and Day 316 of the ‘long lockdown’ and it’s ‘doin’ my ‘ead in’!!!

Take care everyone. God bless – and, if you fancy it, let me know the bits of your day you’d like to repeat. I’d love to hear about them!!

You know some days are odds and sods days, aren’t they? Today was a bit like that. Didn’t quite get to do some of the things on my ‘to do’ list, because I did other things instead.

First up, we were out and about early, making a journey across to Heartlands for John’s appointment with the immunoglobulin nurses at 9 o’clock. Good journey, with not a great deal of traffic, although a bit more than I expected, given that it’s still lockdown. Normally, we allow about forty-five minutes to get to the hospital. Today though, we were there in about 25 minutes. Not bad.

Instead of going straight home, I called in on the Sutton Sleaths to gather up some of their washing. The washing basket had exploded and, like the story of the magic porridge pot, it kept on going until the whole house was covered in never-ending piles of clothes to be washed.

I remember those days. When the baby has three or four changes of clothes in one day, because they’ve crawled through something nasty or dribbled something down their fronts. And the toddler has played in mud up to his knees and elbows, or come back from nursery with paint on the first set of clothing you sent him in, and tomato ketchup down the ‘spare’ set. Not to mention your own clothes where one or other child has dribbled all down you and the dog has jumped up and left muddy paw prints on your best jumper.

Yep, I remember those days very well and don’t envy all those going through this at the moment. It’s very hard going, like walking through treacle. So I brought a few bits back with me to see if I could lighten the load for them. The only thing is, once I’ve done these few bits and taken them back, they’ll have to put them away. That’s always a difficult part of the washing cycle. You’ve either got piles of dirty washing, or piles of clean washing when you’ve got a young family, as far as I can tell!

I collected John at mid-day from the hospital but it hadn’t been the best experience for him this time. First of all, the nurse put the catheter in his right hand, but it didn’t go into the vein, so when she started pumping the immunoglobulin in, his hand started to blow up like a balloon. Ah. Let’s try the other arm. That was OK for a while, but twenty minutes or so before the end, the needle had wriggled out of the vein and another balloon manifested itself – this time in the left arm. Oh. Let’s put it in the back of your left hand instead. Oh, and by the way, Paneesha wants some blood samples, so can we have a go at your right arm again please? Poor John. He was battered and bruised when he eventually came out and could hardly make his way to the car, he was so exhausted.

No peace for the wicked though. Once we were home John thought he might rest and have a sleep. But for once, he didn’t fall asleep. And then he had to fill in his tax return. Eeesh…..

Meanwhile, I offered to set the quiz for this evening as it was our turn to be Quiz Master. To be honest, I was a bit nervous of doing it because the quizzes I set previously were pretty poor really. However, I contacted Janet and Trevor who are quizzers extraordinaire, to see if they had anything that might help. Janet very kindly sent me three of the quizzes that Trevor had set in 2012. They were very useful and I used some of the questions – but not before I had been tutored by Trevor on how his quiz worked and how the questions linked together. In the end, I didn’t put the links in – they had gone over my head…….

John cooked our evening meal again tonight and it was absolutely delicious. We had veggie burgers on paleo bread rolls, topped with vegan cheese and a side of salsa. Yum!

And then it was Quiz Night. And it went OK. John even managed to see it through to the end. And we had a laugh. At one point, Nigel misheard a comment from Malcolm which had us all giggling in the aisles. My sides and cheeks were aching with all the laughing I did. Such good fun. So very grateful for the gift of friends and shared laughter.

The numbers of people contracting the coronavirus is coming down, which has lifted my spirits today. It looks like the lockdown measures are beginning to work. The deaths of course, are not reducing in number though, are they? But…. hopefully this week will see the peak and then they’ll start coming down again. Fingers crossed, anyway.

As a result of the data, Mr Johnson announced that we’re to stay in lockdown until at least March 8th. Oh, gawd. That’s a horrible, horrible feeling. It leaves me feeling hollow and bereft. Oh, my. Don’t what else to say.

• 25,308 people tested positive for the virus today
• 1,725 people lost their lives in the community to the virus in the last 24 hours
• 461 people lost their lives in hospitals to the virus on 25 & 26 January
• On a positive note, immediate friends and family are being called in for their first dose of the vaccine, including Linda, who was phoned at 4.45 and told that, if she could make before 5.30, the vaccine team would oblige.

Today is Day 22 of Lockdown 3, with lots more to come. We’re also on Day 315 since our withdrawal from the mainstream last March. At least, I think that’s the right figure…. beginning to lose count now.

But, baby Arthur is out of intensive care and being monitored in the high dependency unit, so he’s doing OK. Alleluia! That’s all I can say.

Take care everyone. God bless.

Instead of being busy, busy, busy, I chose to sit and reflect today. I have a long list of things to do, but something triggered this morning and I remembered my yoga guru, Jaime, reminding us that we are ‘human beings, not human doings’. So I thought I’d just be for a while instead of do, do, do. Although don’t get me wrong, I still did things but just at a soft pace.

I deliberately snoozed the alarm this morning and thought, ‘I’ll get up when I re-awaken’ with the expectation that an hour later I’d be up and about. In the event, it was nearly 11 o’clock before I surfaced. Dear John brought me a cuppa and I sat up, enjoyed the view from the window for a while, and then did e-puzzles, e-jigsaws and read my book for an hour before I got out of bed. Such a lazy, lazy morning. It felt like a holiday.

John, meanwhile, was downstairs, surrounded by his medical bits, tending his eyes, tending his lungs and also gazing out of the window. The snow was still in evidence and it was still a delightful view out the back. Disappointingly, we haven’t seen any birds at the bird table I bought John for Christmas, other than the pesky, and very greedy pigeons, who seem to monopolise the thing. I mean, the pigeons are as fat as flawn already and hardly need feeding up!! I’m keeping my fingers crossed that the other birds will soon find their way to the yummy food on our table.

Once I’d arrived downstairs, I started to muse on what to eat. John had had his breakfast hours ago and was ready for a light lunch, so in the end, I brunched and John lunched before John shot off to the garage to pore over his car, and I meandered into the lounge to decide what to do next.

There was a final coat of paint round the doorway to do. There were a couple of pictures to hang. There was a final, final sort-out of the library. And the mending of the handle on John’s desk. I chose the least important thing and decided to fiddle with the handle on John’s desk. It has irritated me for all the years we’ve had the desk, so I was determined to tidy it up. Of course, in the end, John had to help me, bless him. As if he hasn’t got enough of his own stuff to do!

I hung the pictures and I sorted out the last bits of papers and pamphlets in the library before sitting in it and reading a different book to the one I was reading upstairs. As I sat, I could see out of the window to the front of the house. I could watch people walking by. So I did that for a bit too. It was exceedingly pleasurable. I love a bit of people watching.

We are not sure that we recognise ourselves in the lounge though. We are delighted with it, but it feels a bit like a hotel lobby. We’re expecting to have to collect our bags and go up to our room any minute, where we can flop, and just be ourselves. And not only that, but we have had a passing thought that maybe we should discipline ourselves and eat in the kitchen or even the dining room, so that we don’t drop food and drink on the sofa. Ha! Not sure how long that will last!!

John has come to the conclusion that he must remove the body of the Lotus and inspect the chassis in every detail from above rather than underneath. There are tales being told on the forum of brand new chassis (not from Lotus, but from another supplier) being fitted, only to find they are out of true, being sent back and another one fitted with exactly the same problem. We are beginning to wonder if this might be the case here, because John believes it to be a new chassis, not a re-claimed one. We’ll see. However, suffice to say, he’s unbolted a lot of the body and he might soon be ready for me to be helping with the lift.

In other news, I have, of course, been a little anxious as to how Liz and the baby are today. As it turned out, Dawn texted me just as I was about to text her! She says that baby Arthur is responding well to treatment and Liz seems better after the shock of it all yesterday. That was very good news.

Also via the social media button, we heard that an offer on a house that Paul and Harriet had been looking at, had been accepted. Goodness me, that was unexpected but such exciting news. The house looks lovely and the garden isn’t too big – just right for a few border plants and a game of football. So, it sounds like there’s a move on the horizon!! Not only will we not recognise ourselves at home, but we won’t recognise ourselves when we go to Paul’s next, either.

We watched a short burst of the news today and I am relieved to hear that the rate of infection continues to fall. Obviously, not so happy to hear that the rate of deaths is still going up but, given the government strategy of ‘Let’s have Christmas off’, it’s really not surprising at all.

• 20,089 people tested positive for the virus today
• 1,631 people died in the community
• 422 people died in hospitals on 24 & 25 January
• That’s over 2,000 people in one day
• And we have hit a horrible milestone, of 100k people dying from COVID over the last year.

Can we have a new strategy, please? One in which lots of people continue their lives instead of losing them unexpectedly? Too many people affected – and surely, it could have been avoided? We are now the worst affected country, with 155 people dying for each 100k of the population. It’s time for weeping isn’t it?

That’s all today. Not a bad day – nice and gentle. And, if only we didn’t have to think about the COVID situation, we’d be hunky-dory.

Take care everyone. God bless.

The birds were a-twittering very loudly this morning. I tried to ignore them but to no avail. I think they must have wheedled their way into John’s (un)consciousness too as, at 7.30, he suddenly leapt out of bed and asked me if I’d like a cuppa. Well, that would be very nice, thank you. So we were awake early to a glorious morning with the sun shining in a clear blue sky and on the glittering snow. The scene from our house across the garden and the houses opposite was magical – a real winter wonderland.

Having drunk my tea, I got out of bed. John wondered why. “Ah… Mark is coming to finalise the porch, isn’t he, this morning?” I like to make a show of being up and about even if I am bleary-eyed when the workmen rock up. As it turns out, the porch is not yet finished. Poor Mark was freezing working out there and his fingers were going numb. But it wasn’t his fingers that were stopping him, but sand. The sand, to make up the mortar for the pointing and filling up of the gaps, was a frozen block solid in the back of Mark’s van. There was no way he was going to tease that out to make decent mortar. See you on Friday then?

While Mark was working away in the porch, I busied myself moving what I think is the last of the books into my bookcase. It was very exciting. I came across books that I haven’t taken any notice of for ages, and felt interested enough to put them on the shelf of books to be read. Had to laugh at myself though – you always get a bit distracted with these things don’t you? Anyone remember Rinso? Well, I don’t particularly, but I came across a tiny little paperback book called ‘The Rinso Book of Knowledge’ – full of all sorts of interesting facts and figures. I doubt that many of the those facts and figures will be current, but it was interesting to browse through nonetheless.

Just before lunch, the doorbell rang and standing there were two rather burly-looking young men. “Mrs Sleath?” one of them enquired, very politely, “We’re from Thomas Hearn. Come to deliver your sofas.” Zipperdee-doo-da!! Oooh, I could hardly contain myself. They came in and inspected the old suite to be shifted out, then toddled back to the van to make room for it. I opened all the windows and patio doors in anticipation of their re-entry. I also laid out some dust sheets to absorb the clods of snow being brought in on their hob-nailed boots.

And, well, that was it really. They grunted and groaned and lifted and pulled and pushed; slotted seats together and plugged them in and there we were. New three piece suite in place. No sweat. Well, not for me anyway. I think they sweated a bit, despite the very cool air infiltrating the room.

After the delivery men had left, John and I thought we should try the seating out. We thought it would be rude not to. John sat in the corner seat and reclined it. I did the same on the sofa, and snuggled into a bee cushion. We had the TV on. It was soporific. I felt my eyes drooping. I heard John gently snoring. And there we stayed all afternoon. I perused me Rinso book of knowledge, played some e-scrabble and did an e-jigsaw or two, and John slept. It was delightful.

We didn’t do a great deal else later either. We ate, but were keen to stay snuggled in watching the box. After all, I thought, I deserved a rest and a bit of a treat after all my hard work, so why not? All good, all as expected and all rather satisfying.

However, the evening had hardly started, when I took a phone call from Dawn. Not sure how, but almost immediately that she said, ‘hello, how are you?’ I knew something was up. Well, it was exciting news. “I have a grandson,” said Dawn. Gosh! Wasn’t it only yesterday that I’d seen a rather lovely photo of Liz with nine weeks to go? Well, that was unexpected, wasn’t it?

Thrilled and excited, but obviously concerned because the baby has arrived rather early, I wholeheartedly offered congratulations and immediate healing thoughts over to the hospital for him and Liz. The baby is cocooned in an incubator for now, until he develops a bit more, so prayers or good thoughts, please, for the health and safety of mother and baby would be appreciated, if any of you are so inclined.

Healing thoughts are still needed for people falling ill with the virus too, of course, but happily, the infection rate is continuing to come down.

• 22,195 people tested positive for the virus today
• 592 people died in the community from the virus
• 324 people died in hospitals from it on 23 & 24 January
• Today is Day 20 of Lockdown 3 and Day 313 since we chose to hide away last March

So, there we have it. A day to remind us that we must always expect the unexpected. And a reminder that we must deal with that ‘unexpected’ the best way we can.

God bless. Take care and stay safe.