Day 13 - Tuesday 31st March
I didn't sleep at all well, so a bit of a late start for me this morning, but I'm still at my desk by 9.30 after listening to the excellent More or Less on BBC Radio 4 which takes a reassuringly analytical approach to the statistics behind CV. A few emails to deal with, followed by a fairly detailed job application that's due in today, then a little too much social media. As always, I try to share mainly positive stories.
I'm horrified to read on Twitter of a local landlord who is threatening to wind up two entire chains because the branches he hosts as tenants can't pay their rent this month. Yesterday rent-to-own operators Brighthouse and restaurant group Carluccios both went into administration - no doubt the first of many. Radio 4's lunchtime phone You and Yours is full of people who have fallen through the gaps of the chancellor's programme to underwrite jobs and on the news programme that follows I'm alarmed to hear that many UK citizens are still stranded overseas, many running out of cash and facing genuine hardship, others in isolation with signs of the virus.
I cheer myself up by baking a chocolate cake for my daughter whose birthday is tomorrow. Hubby will drop it on her doorstep later, together with her card and some gifts. They've been on isolation since my grandson developed a cough two weeks ago so tomorrow will be their first day of relative freedom when they can at least leave the house for exercise or a supermarket trip. While it's cooling hubby and I go for a walk, the first time I've been out of our garden for twelve days. We walk to, and then around, our local park which is relatively busy but with everybody leaving sensible space for others. The daffodils look lovely and it's good to be out.
The cake works out well, although it's a bit large for a family of two and a toddler! Dinner tonight is gammon egg and chips for (and by) the carnivore and Balinese vegetable curry for the veggies - cooked while listening to the always excellent Henry Normal whose poem entitled Looking Directly at the Eclipse really resonated, followed by The Archers which still exists in a pre-CV reality. After dinner we go to the cinema (living room) to watch a movie.
I am grateful today for the chance to go outside.
I'm horrified to read on Twitter of a local landlord who is threatening to wind up two entire chains because the branches he hosts as tenants can't pay their rent this month. Yesterday rent-to-own operators Brighthouse and restaurant group Carluccios both went into administration - no doubt the first of many. Radio 4's lunchtime phone You and Yours is full of people who have fallen through the gaps of the chancellor's programme to underwrite jobs and on the news programme that follows I'm alarmed to hear that many UK citizens are still stranded overseas, many running out of cash and facing genuine hardship, others in isolation with signs of the virus.
I cheer myself up by baking a chocolate cake for my daughter whose birthday is tomorrow. Hubby will drop it on her doorstep later, together with her card and some gifts. They've been on isolation since my grandson developed a cough two weeks ago so tomorrow will be their first day of relative freedom when they can at least leave the house for exercise or a supermarket trip. While it's cooling hubby and I go for a walk, the first time I've been out of our garden for twelve days. We walk to, and then around, our local park which is relatively busy but with everybody leaving sensible space for others. The daffodils look lovely and it's good to be out.
The cake works out well, although it's a bit large for a family of two and a toddler! Dinner tonight is gammon egg and chips for (and by) the carnivore and Balinese vegetable curry for the veggies - cooked while listening to the always excellent Henry Normal whose poem entitled Looking Directly at the Eclipse really resonated, followed by The Archers which still exists in a pre-CV reality. After dinner we go to the cinema (living room) to watch a movie.
I am grateful today for the chance to go outside.
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