Day 20 - Tuesday 7th April
It took me ages to get to sleep but I seem to have finally slept soundly when I awake about 8am. It's Mum's birthday today but we won't be able to see her because of this dratted virus. After breakfast I watch Tim Minchin, Josie Long and Robin Ince on a zoom discussion with a couple of comedy/music guests. I spend the rest of the morning trying to find ways to get the groceries we need delivered to the house so hubby doesn't have to keep going to the supermarket. There are still no slots at the supermarket, even for click and collect, but I manage to find a couple of catering wholesalers who can deliver some bits, and I also find a wholefoods supplier with flour, chick peas and tinned tomatoes - albeit premium priced organic ones.
After lunch I check my car insurance which I thought might be due for renewal and I can't find any emails about it which sends me into a panic in case I'm not insured. I finally find hard copy documents that show cover up until July, but this prompts me to prepare a cash flow for the household to see what our gap is. We only need about £2k a month to cover our outgoings which is not so much really, but that will take care of most of our savings if the lockdown continues in some form or other for six months.
My niece had suggested that we do a drive-by for Mum's birthday later and I wanted to do it but hubby talked me out of it as it would not be classed as an essential journey under current restrictions. He's right, but it's still disappointing. I'm glad that I went to see her on Sunday, and we also spoke on the phone this morning; the birthday card and her favourite flowers arrived bang on schedule. I message her to apologise for not being there.
I miss choir practice this evening, it clashed with the birthday drive-by and I didn't feel like it when I found myself available. I prep dinner then attend Green Drinks online, a monthly gathering of sustainability folk. Our Zoom meeting keeps being crashed by strangers - or bots - even though it was password protected and I duck out after half an hour to finish cooking (chicken/mushroom gyros).
I have an unsettling exchange with my bestie this evening. I'd messaged her to ask how she was feeling and I interpreted her reply to mean that loss of appetite was now her most prominent symptom. Feeling that she must be getting better my reply was too light-hearted and I can tell it has upset her. I try to call, but she doesn't pick up, so I message an apology and she admits that she's still coughing too badly to speak on the phone and feeling very scared because she's not getting better. It must be awful to be at home alone and feeling ill and scared, and I feel terrible for making it worse.
I don't feel very grateful this evening.
After lunch I check my car insurance which I thought might be due for renewal and I can't find any emails about it which sends me into a panic in case I'm not insured. I finally find hard copy documents that show cover up until July, but this prompts me to prepare a cash flow for the household to see what our gap is. We only need about £2k a month to cover our outgoings which is not so much really, but that will take care of most of our savings if the lockdown continues in some form or other for six months.
My niece had suggested that we do a drive-by for Mum's birthday later and I wanted to do it but hubby talked me out of it as it would not be classed as an essential journey under current restrictions. He's right, but it's still disappointing. I'm glad that I went to see her on Sunday, and we also spoke on the phone this morning; the birthday card and her favourite flowers arrived bang on schedule. I message her to apologise for not being there.
I miss choir practice this evening, it clashed with the birthday drive-by and I didn't feel like it when I found myself available. I prep dinner then attend Green Drinks online, a monthly gathering of sustainability folk. Our Zoom meeting keeps being crashed by strangers - or bots - even though it was password protected and I duck out after half an hour to finish cooking (chicken/mushroom gyros).
I have an unsettling exchange with my bestie this evening. I'd messaged her to ask how she was feeling and I interpreted her reply to mean that loss of appetite was now her most prominent symptom. Feeling that she must be getting better my reply was too light-hearted and I can tell it has upset her. I try to call, but she doesn't pick up, so I message an apology and she admits that she's still coughing too badly to speak on the phone and feeling very scared because she's not getting better. It must be awful to be at home alone and feeling ill and scared, and I feel terrible for making it worse.
I don't feel very grateful this evening.
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