Day 21 - Wednesday 8th April
After an unsettled night I wake up with very sore eyes and a bit of a headache for no reason that I can fathom. My focus seems to be off and everything is a bit blurry. Perhaps too much PC time? I'm used to changing my focal length when I go outside to walk or drive, but now I spend all day staring at the screen. Hopefully later today it will be warm enough to go outside and do some gardening - my tomato seeds have sprouted so it's time to split them up and plant them into pots.
I begin the day with a quick Facebook fix and see a post from our fruit and veg supplier to say they are adding some products to their offering, including cheddar! I can't amend my order online but when I call them they are happy to add it, so that's one product off my shopping list. Another quick check of the supermarkets reveals no new delivery slots and my wholesaler is still out of stock of many staples. In desperation I decide to wait in the queue for Morrisons even though it says no delivery slots are available and you can only amend existing orders … I'm doing my filing when my turn comes up and I almost miss it but amazingly there are some delivery slots available for Saturday. I quickly compile an order and submit it for checkout, but it asks me to book my slot again. Jeopardy - will there still be one? Not for Saturday, sadly, but I grab one for Sunday and check out. I can amend it later if needed. Shopping was never this exciting pre-CV.
At lunchtime I attend an online mini-retreat - 20 minutes each of coaching, yoga and breathing practice. Then I check Facebook and find out that WOMAD festival has been cancelled. I had been expecting it, but it's the highlight of my year and a big disappointment. I was also supposed to be performing in the samba parade again with a great group of women, something I did for the first time last year, so of course that's off too. I resolve to hold a mini festival in our garden that weekend - not sure how that will work yet, but it's an excuse for a party.
I check in with my sick friend who seems so completely fed up it makes me worried that she'll just give up fighting. I go outside for some distraction - I have tomato plants that need planting out. It's another lovely day, sunny with just a hint of chill in the wind. Hubby mows the lawn, as much as he can anyway as the green bins are almost full and won't be emptied again for a while due to the crisis. While he battles with the remaining brambles, I settle in the hammock and listen to a podcast before it gets too cold.
Over dinner we plan some menus so I can tweak the shopping order. We have spagbol tonight - I've repurposed the left-over veggie pie filling and I reheat some meat-based Bolognese I saved earlier, so there's only really pasta to cook. After dinner we settle down to watch a two-part drama on the TV. We probably should have watched the final of MasterChef instead because when I check Facebook before bed a friend reveals a friend of hers didn't win.
Tonight I am grateful that hubby won't have to go to the supermarket for groceries.
I begin the day with a quick Facebook fix and see a post from our fruit and veg supplier to say they are adding some products to their offering, including cheddar! I can't amend my order online but when I call them they are happy to add it, so that's one product off my shopping list. Another quick check of the supermarkets reveals no new delivery slots and my wholesaler is still out of stock of many staples. In desperation I decide to wait in the queue for Morrisons even though it says no delivery slots are available and you can only amend existing orders … I'm doing my filing when my turn comes up and I almost miss it but amazingly there are some delivery slots available for Saturday. I quickly compile an order and submit it for checkout, but it asks me to book my slot again. Jeopardy - will there still be one? Not for Saturday, sadly, but I grab one for Sunday and check out. I can amend it later if needed. Shopping was never this exciting pre-CV.
At lunchtime I attend an online mini-retreat - 20 minutes each of coaching, yoga and breathing practice. Then I check Facebook and find out that WOMAD festival has been cancelled. I had been expecting it, but it's the highlight of my year and a big disappointment. I was also supposed to be performing in the samba parade again with a great group of women, something I did for the first time last year, so of course that's off too. I resolve to hold a mini festival in our garden that weekend - not sure how that will work yet, but it's an excuse for a party.
I check in with my sick friend who seems so completely fed up it makes me worried that she'll just give up fighting. I go outside for some distraction - I have tomato plants that need planting out. It's another lovely day, sunny with just a hint of chill in the wind. Hubby mows the lawn, as much as he can anyway as the green bins are almost full and won't be emptied again for a while due to the crisis. While he battles with the remaining brambles, I settle in the hammock and listen to a podcast before it gets too cold.
Over dinner we plan some menus so I can tweak the shopping order. We have spagbol tonight - I've repurposed the left-over veggie pie filling and I reheat some meat-based Bolognese I saved earlier, so there's only really pasta to cook. After dinner we settle down to watch a two-part drama on the TV. We probably should have watched the final of MasterChef instead because when I check Facebook before bed a friend reveals a friend of hers didn't win.
Tonight I am grateful that hubby won't have to go to the supermarket for groceries.
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