Day 7 - Wednesday 25th March
After an early night I woke up extra-early so I decide to take the opportunity to attempt to book a supermarket delivery. Still no slots available, the calendars just stop in mid-April. The government's advice is to have groceries delivered if at all possible, but it simply isn't possible if you rely on the supermarkets. At 10am the new online box delivery service from a local fruit and veg wholesaler goes live and I'm ready to order my boxes moments later. Everything I manage to get done despite the crisis feels like an act of defiance against an unseen enemy and fuels my resolve to thrive despite the challenges.
I spend the rest of the morning completing a supporting statement for my application for a non-exec role; it helps keep me distracted from the rolling CV news which surrounds me and I'm pleased with how it reads when it's finished. After lunch I chat on Skype with my daughter and grandson and on Zoom with my friend. Our son emerges from his room with the excellent news that his university is waiving accommodation fees for the hall he's no longer able to occupy next term. After dinner (risotto tonight, with and without chicken) I call my Mum for a chat.
Still no news about how the government is going to support the self-employed; the media say it is coming tomorrow. There's a lot of criticism about people still travelling to work in non-essential roles but many of them have the impossible choice between the risk of catching the virus and the certainty of not being able to feed their family or pay their rent. Some employers have behaved extremely cynically and attracted a backlash on social media for not doing right by their employees but in most cases companies are endeavouring to behave fairly and many of them have gone much further by diverting their efforts to supporting the NHS or switching their production to essential products. I suspect the public will remember their behaviour when all this is over.
Just before lockdown hubby went on a mission of mercy to get groceries for our daughter and deliver some paracetamol to my mum and some hand creams to a lady collecting for the nurses whose hands are becoming sore from constant washing. It gave him the opportunity to collect the mug my grandson made me for Mothers Day, and drinking my tea from it is bringing me so much happiness every day.
I spend the rest of the morning completing a supporting statement for my application for a non-exec role; it helps keep me distracted from the rolling CV news which surrounds me and I'm pleased with how it reads when it's finished. After lunch I chat on Skype with my daughter and grandson and on Zoom with my friend. Our son emerges from his room with the excellent news that his university is waiving accommodation fees for the hall he's no longer able to occupy next term. After dinner (risotto tonight, with and without chicken) I call my Mum for a chat.
Still no news about how the government is going to support the self-employed; the media say it is coming tomorrow. There's a lot of criticism about people still travelling to work in non-essential roles but many of them have the impossible choice between the risk of catching the virus and the certainty of not being able to feed their family or pay their rent. Some employers have behaved extremely cynically and attracted a backlash on social media for not doing right by their employees but in most cases companies are endeavouring to behave fairly and many of them have gone much further by diverting their efforts to supporting the NHS or switching their production to essential products. I suspect the public will remember their behaviour when all this is over.
Just before lockdown hubby went on a mission of mercy to get groceries for our daughter and deliver some paracetamol to my mum and some hand creams to a lady collecting for the nurses whose hands are becoming sore from constant washing. It gave him the opportunity to collect the mug my grandson made me for Mothers Day, and drinking my tea from it is bringing me so much happiness every day.
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