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Another short-ish blog today as I am feeling rather bleurgh…. very much improved from feeling grotty, but it’s almost like post-viral blues today and I’m feeling grumpy. Nothing to feel grumpy about, mind you, but still, I’ll find something if you’ll let me…..

I mean, we had an exciting appointment in our calendars today. It was ‘Visit the Tip’ day, today. What more excitement could a girl want? We had a successful trip out and managed (after some higgledy-piggledy) to park in an appropriate spot, not a million miles from the point of jettison. We ploughed back and forth with our various items and felt that we had done rather a good job of clearing out our house, the car and our minds. It was bitterly cold though.

It was also another day of rugby, with a highly anticipated match between Wales and Ireland. Ireland were tipped to win of course, just as England had been yesterday. But if you will have a man sent off in the first few minutes it’s not going to help much is it? It was an enjoyable match though despite that, and it almost went down to the wire.

Also rather excitingly, we saw Danielle today and briefly had sight of the children, as she called in to collect a much-needed toy and some of the washing I’d been doing. Unfortunately, with restrictions as they are, there was no stopping and chatting and playing today. William was zonked out in the car anyway, so it was just a check-in on their little faces in the car and a wave goodbye.

Also very excitingly, we saw Paul today. How he was a sight for my very sore eyes! We haven’t seen him for a while as they are so busy with work and family commitments, including home-schooling for a 5 and 15 year-old, and hospital liaising over Harriet’s Dad, who has been there for six weeks now, and likely to be in a bit longer. My heart was as full as could be when he arrived with essential supplies. He did chat for a while on the doorstep, which trickled some cheer into our hearts and will keep us going a bit longer.

John played poker for most of the evening after our evening meal and I caught up on some TV viewing. I am not sure whether it was the telly programmes I was watching that made me grumpy or not but, as the evening wore on, I suddenly felt very rebellious and decided to stay up. Not sure who I was rebelling against, but there we are…. no doubt I shall stay in bed again tomorrow morning and me body clock’ll be all to cock once more …. ah, well, I’ve enjoyed my bit of rebellion now.

But oh, the days do seem long. I do hope that the longer days of spring make them seem shorter – and soon. And we’ve still got no birds on the bird feeder other than very fat pigeons. I put some sunflower seeds out to try and encourage different birds but no, there were just plenty of pigeons guzzling their way through them. Time to move the feeder and think again…..

In the meantime, people are still suffering out in the great world outside our doors from all sorts of things. The newspapers are full of terrible stories of murders, domestic violence, companies going bankrupt and the people dying from COVID or lack of treatment because it has been delayed. Oh, Lordy. I don’t know what to think.

• 15,845 people tested positive for COVID today
• 373 people died in the community with COVID in the last 24 hours
• 228 people died in hospitals on 5 & 6 February

The numbers are slowly coming down and there continues to be hope that with the vaccine being rolled out things will ease even further. Unfortunately, according to research reported on today, the AstraZeneca vaccine doesn’t seem to be efficacious against the South African variant of the virus. Well, that’s not very welcome news, just as we’ve had the blooming thing on Thursday…….eeesh.

Stay safe everyone. Take care. God bless.

What to tell today? Not a great deal has been going on at all, mostly because I was still feeling a little naff although not as bad as yesterday. We stayed in bed all morning again – this is now a habit. A nice habit, but there’s always a guilty feeling that we should be up. Anyway, we decided it was brunchtime, so we made banana pancakes again as a treat, with berries, nuts and maple syrup. And, what’s more, I felt well enough to cook it.

After we’d eaten, I thought I’d sort out some clean washing into piles of clothing and bedding so that they were ‘peopled’ – a pile for each person. Once I was done, I had planned to do a spot of ironing of those clothes that required it. Ah. Maybe not. By the time I’d ‘peopled’ the piles, I was knackered and had to go and have a sit down.

John, meanwhile, was having another delve into poker before it was time to sit and watch the rugby. And that’s what we did all afternoon. No more tasks, thank you, just good old-fashioned enjoyment, sitting back to bask in the glory of England, the winning side. Oh, no!! We lost the Calcutta Cup. We couldn’t quite believe it. But to be fair, Scotland played pretty well. And it didn’t really affect the enjoyment too much of watching rugby again after all this time.

Because I’d sat on my bum all afternoon, I felt up to cooking the evening meal, so I left John watching the dying throes of the England match in the lounge, while I went and watched it in the kitchen as I prepped the food. Cooked a lovely meal but I only managed half of mine, which was unexpected. Appetite not 100% yet either. Ah, well. I will definitely be better tomorrow I am sure.

Although I was tired, I was really looking forward to a Skype session with Pete and Dawn. So, John got the laptop all set up and we sat and had a lovely evening with them – mulling over what is happening in our lives, chewing the cud, philosophising a bit, and having a laugh at some ridiculous comment that one or other of us had said. I did wilt a bit half-way through but managed to keep up reasonably well until it was time to say goodbye. Thank heaven for dear, understanding friends. They didn’t seem to mind that I closed my eyes momentarily whilst John was chatting……

And that’s about it. Little Arthur seems to be coming on, and I was delighted to see a video of him having his lunchtime feed today. He’s going bring so much love into the family, I am sure.

We haven’t watched any news today, so I am not sure of the commentary behind the COVID figures, but for the record, I offer them to you once again.

• 18,262 people tested positive for the virus today
• 828 people died in the community with the virus in the last 24 hours
• 319 people have died in hospitals with the virus on 4 &5 February
• It’s Day 32 of Lockdown 3; Day 324 since Lockdown 1 ….and still counting…….

Hope all of you who are eligible get the vaccine soon. Hope everyone stays safe in the meantime. God bless.

With apologies, folks, but I am not blogging much this evening. I am experiencing the after-effects of the ‘jab’ and have had a headache all day. John seems unaffected apart from a sore arm, so I am quite jealous.

I stayed in bed feeling sorry for myself until lunch-time then, chiding myself for being a ‘wuss’, got up and thought I might do a few bits and bobs. But I didn’t, I sat on the sofa, bleary-eyed and inert. I brightened up a little bit when Andrew phoned and I chatted to him to for maybe half an hour but, in the end I passed the phone to John and lay down on the sofa again with a pounding headache.

John, on the other hand, has been on good form. He was sorting out monetary stuff for a while and then had a hand or two of poker, before he cooked something for our tea. I brightened up a little after we’d eaten to speak to Michael, but didn’t feel great so cut the conversation short.

This evening, we had a good time ‘Zooming’ in with John’s Uni friends, by which time the paracetamol had worked sufficiently for me make a contribution or two. John, as I said, was on top form, and got everyone giggling at some of the things he said. We were sorry to hear that within Kelv’s family there is COVID and they were unable to join us today, so we’re sending much love and all good thoughts over to them.

• 19,114 people tested positive for the virus today
• 1,014 people died in the community with it today
• 350 people died in hospitals on 3 & 4 February

So that’s it. Hopefully normal service will be resumed tomorrow.

God bless. Stay safe.

I was just in the middle of my singing lesson when the doorbell rang. I left John to answer the door as I expected it to be a delivery for him. The next thing I know, John has hot-footed it upstairs and is standing at the doorway, out of breath, and telling me that it’s the nurses come to do our vaccine injections. Oh, wow!

I suggested John go and have his first and then I’d go down afterwards. When it was time to go, I ran down the stairs and flew into the hallway, sleeve up and arm at the ready. There was a sort of stunned silence for a minute, which I took to mean that I was in the wrong place. I hurried into the dining room and sat down where John had clearly been sitting moments before.

“Well, you don’t look like you’re housebound,” said the senior nurse, her eyes glittering with disapproval. “I’m not,” I replied. “Why are you having the vaccine then? I don’t why you’re on the list.’ she said. Now I understood the stunned silence. I explained that I’d had a text; I wondered if it was perhaps it was because I was John’s ‘carer’? I told her that I’d phoned to chase up the vaccine and explained then that I wasn’t sure if the text was meant to be for me or not. But, I was told that both John and I were on the list, so here I am.

The nurse looked at me stony-faced as I scrambled to work out what to say next. Did she need to see the text? I didn’t want to jump the queue……. but if she thought I shouldn’t be having it, should we………? The more junior nurse stepped in, and said, “Well, you’re on the list and we’re here now so we will do it.’ Ok – thank you. And there we are, job done. Twelve weeks until the next instalment.

I went and finished my singing lesson before we grabbed something to eat for a late lunch. Afterwards, I decided to have a rest this afternoon and have a day off. Well, that was nice. John spent the time on the computer playing poker – and he’s being successful now. He’s getting the hang of it, going from two thousand chips to seven thousand. Can’t be bad, eh? He says there’s still a lot to learn, but he’s still enjoying it.

Then this evening it was ‘Zoom’ time with the girls from college. So lovely to see everyone and we had a good old natter hearing everyone’s news – a new baby, daughter with COVID, a worried daughter whose house purchase may fall through and so on. Although I put my foot in it by being bossy, as usual, and will be needing to make an apology for doing so…… eeesh! Not sure if I’ll ever learn……

In the meantime, we hear that the virus infection rate is slowing and the vaccine is contributing to that, which is rather good news.

• 20,634 people tested positive for the virus today
• 915 people died in the community with the virus in the last 24 hours
• 370 people died in hospitals on 2 & 3 February

I’m keeping my fingers crossed that soon, very soon the vaccine machine will work its magic and so many people will have had the jab to make it easier to ease restrictions. I want to meet up with my family, obviously, but it would be rather nice to meet me mates again too.

Take care everyone. God bless.

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.