Day 25 - Sunday 12th April
It's another beautiful morning, but I've slept badly. Woke in the early hours and laid awake worrying about how to support my friend, so it takes me a while to get going this morning. I get some laundry underway and waste some time on social media. Still trying to get my friend with CV to engage I message her an amusing cat-based Easter greeting in the hope it will provoke a response that will lead us to a conversation. It doesn't.
While my grandson is napping after lunch I have a long chat on the phone with my daughter, sitting on a lounger in the sunshine. I tell her how hard I am finding it to interpret what support my friend needs and she says she has heard from her today and she's finally beginning to feel a little better, which is greatly reassuring. She always has good advice and I feel a lot better after speaking to her. She suggests I drop a care package over to my friend - I had come up with this idea during the night but not mentioned it, so that confirms my decision. I make a collection of things from our larder, and earmark some things from the grocery delivery that's due later. There's a lot to do in the garden and that keeps me busy all afternoon; hubby is out here too but once again our son is in bed most of the day. He emerges just as I'm putting the tools away and getting ready to settle in the sun and listen to the radio before cooking dinner.
Our groceries are due to be delivered after dinner but I get a call from the driver asking if we can accept it earlier. He drops a couple of dozen plastic carrier bags on our doorstep - something that would horrify me normally but seems like a necessary evil in these unusual times. Most of what we ordered has been delivered, with only one thing missing entirely and a handful of substitutions. Strong flour was the only thing we needed that I didn't manage to order, so the supply chain seems to be catching up now with the changes in demand. I'm expecting it will be another two or three weeks before I can get another delivery slot though. Some people - including those who really should know better - are clearly still oblivious to the need to stop the spread of the virus - one of my friends lives next to a local councillor who today has his whole family over today for a garden party.
We have double-ended tartiflette for dinner - bacon one end and (tinned) mushrooms the other. While we're eating we plan what we've going to have for the next few meals, now that we are no longer limited by dwindling supplies. Checking my messages after dinner I find one from my friend. It's clear that I've misjudged the tone of my communications; I was trying to be encouraging but it wasn't what she needed and she's hurt; my reaction of backing off when she didn't seem to want to engage with me has clearly made things worse. I send an apology and try to explain how confusing I've found our recent exchanges, hoping to reassure her that she always has my support even if I'm clumsy in showing it.
Today I am grateful for groceries.
While my grandson is napping after lunch I have a long chat on the phone with my daughter, sitting on a lounger in the sunshine. I tell her how hard I am finding it to interpret what support my friend needs and she says she has heard from her today and she's finally beginning to feel a little better, which is greatly reassuring. She always has good advice and I feel a lot better after speaking to her. She suggests I drop a care package over to my friend - I had come up with this idea during the night but not mentioned it, so that confirms my decision. I make a collection of things from our larder, and earmark some things from the grocery delivery that's due later. There's a lot to do in the garden and that keeps me busy all afternoon; hubby is out here too but once again our son is in bed most of the day. He emerges just as I'm putting the tools away and getting ready to settle in the sun and listen to the radio before cooking dinner.
Our groceries are due to be delivered after dinner but I get a call from the driver asking if we can accept it earlier. He drops a couple of dozen plastic carrier bags on our doorstep - something that would horrify me normally but seems like a necessary evil in these unusual times. Most of what we ordered has been delivered, with only one thing missing entirely and a handful of substitutions. Strong flour was the only thing we needed that I didn't manage to order, so the supply chain seems to be catching up now with the changes in demand. I'm expecting it will be another two or three weeks before I can get another delivery slot though. Some people - including those who really should know better - are clearly still oblivious to the need to stop the spread of the virus - one of my friends lives next to a local councillor who today has his whole family over today for a garden party.
We have double-ended tartiflette for dinner - bacon one end and (tinned) mushrooms the other. While we're eating we plan what we've going to have for the next few meals, now that we are no longer limited by dwindling supplies. Checking my messages after dinner I find one from my friend. It's clear that I've misjudged the tone of my communications; I was trying to be encouraging but it wasn't what she needed and she's hurt; my reaction of backing off when she didn't seem to want to engage with me has clearly made things worse. I send an apology and try to explain how confusing I've found our recent exchanges, hoping to reassure her that she always has my support even if I'm clumsy in showing it.
Today I am grateful for groceries.
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