Day 32 - Sunday 19th April
I wake before 6 and doze a little, bothered by what feels like cramp in my left buttock and finally woken properly by the sound of the shower pump. My son has been struggling to re-align his body clock and our dinner has been his breakfast for most of the time he's been home. He said yesterday that he might power through and I think the shower might be part of that strategy, but he doesn't materialise downstairs so I'm guessing he's gone to lie on the bed after showering and then fallen asleep. We've agreed I'll wake him for lunch regardless, as lectures start tomorrow.
It's a beautiful day, so my plan is to be busy this morning indoors so that I can spend some time in the garden later. It's just not in my nature to be unproductive, it makes me twitchy and anxious, even though there's no real imperative to do anything other than relax during the lockdown. I list lots of new gift set combinations on my online shop, which takes ages as the internet is very slow today. When I'm done I put the melanzane parmigiana in the oven and begin the process of waking my son - it always takes several attempts. He still hasn't surfaced by the time lunch is ready so I eat alone, in the veranda in the sunshine (hubby is still in bed, too). I spend most of my mornings alone, and find it both productive and lonely.
I give up trying to wake Alex and focus on finding the documents I need for my application to do admin work for the local NHS trust. They called me yesterday and asked me to prove that I've been employed in admin or customer support roles; I've done admin for my entire, first as a secretary and then for myself as none of my roles ever had admin support, and I managed a customer support team for several years but I cannot find any documents to prove any of this. I write a one-page summary of my skills in these areas and email that over instead. I never do make it into the garden - it's sunny, but not particularly warm. My son finally emerges late afternoon.
A friend has posted on Facebook a photo of herself made-up and nicely dressed and I realise I haven't shaved my legs since lockdown and it's a week since I washed my hair. Time to do something about that. Since dinner tonight needs a lot of oven time I prep the meal and start the cooking then shave my legs in a bubble bath with a G&T and a candle while listening to The Archers. I put on the potatoes and then wash and blow-dry my hair while they are cooking. I've made cassoulet for hubby; my son and I are having black rice risotto with roasted pears and melted blue cheese. The black rice has been at the back of the larder since we visited the Camargue a couple of years ago; it's good to finally find a use for it! Better still, I receive a what's app from my daughter with a photo of the painting she has helped my grandson do today which has a lovely message to hubby and me.
After dinner hubby and I watch the first episode of the new series of Killing Eve. Today I am grateful for my grandson's picture.
It's a beautiful day, so my plan is to be busy this morning indoors so that I can spend some time in the garden later. It's just not in my nature to be unproductive, it makes me twitchy and anxious, even though there's no real imperative to do anything other than relax during the lockdown. I list lots of new gift set combinations on my online shop, which takes ages as the internet is very slow today. When I'm done I put the melanzane parmigiana in the oven and begin the process of waking my son - it always takes several attempts. He still hasn't surfaced by the time lunch is ready so I eat alone, in the veranda in the sunshine (hubby is still in bed, too). I spend most of my mornings alone, and find it both productive and lonely.
I give up trying to wake Alex and focus on finding the documents I need for my application to do admin work for the local NHS trust. They called me yesterday and asked me to prove that I've been employed in admin or customer support roles; I've done admin for my entire, first as a secretary and then for myself as none of my roles ever had admin support, and I managed a customer support team for several years but I cannot find any documents to prove any of this. I write a one-page summary of my skills in these areas and email that over instead. I never do make it into the garden - it's sunny, but not particularly warm. My son finally emerges late afternoon.
A friend has posted on Facebook a photo of herself made-up and nicely dressed and I realise I haven't shaved my legs since lockdown and it's a week since I washed my hair. Time to do something about that. Since dinner tonight needs a lot of oven time I prep the meal and start the cooking then shave my legs in a bubble bath with a G&T and a candle while listening to The Archers. I put on the potatoes and then wash and blow-dry my hair while they are cooking. I've made cassoulet for hubby; my son and I are having black rice risotto with roasted pears and melted blue cheese. The black rice has been at the back of the larder since we visited the Camargue a couple of years ago; it's good to finally find a use for it! Better still, I receive a what's app from my daughter with a photo of the painting she has helped my grandson do today which has a lovely message to hubby and me.
After dinner hubby and I watch the first episode of the new series of Killing Eve. Today I am grateful for my grandson's picture.
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