Day 33 - Monday 20th April
Today is the day that our son should have vacated his halls if the lockdown had been eased. When I get up he's still awake, intending to power through to try and reset his body clock. Shortly after he decided to go for a nap and asks to be woken at 10.15, and then changes it to 11 as he hasn't managed to get back to sleep. I keep trying to persuade him to get up, resorting to preparing him a favourite lunch. I then walk down to a friend's house to drop some bread flour on her doorstep as she's run out; when I come back his lunch is still on the table and he's still in bed.
It's a warm but breezy day and I enjoy the walk; there are few people about but I zig zag across the road a few times to avoid walking past people on narrow pavements. At my friend's house her daughter and husband come to the doorstep to say hi - I'm in the road two metres away - and it's lovely to see them in real life instead of over zoom. My office is a shambles, part re-arranged into a photo studio and with papers all over the floor, so when I return I spend an hour tidying it so that I have room for yoga later, then work on some social media assets for the climate change partnership to use for Earth Day on Wednesday.
The news is mixed today - in a UK-wide scale it's looking better, with daily deaths almost halved from yesterday to 450, the lowest level since April 6th. But every one of those is a personal tragedy and news has reached me via Facebook of the first CV death in my social circle. She was in a care home and although her daughter has only praise for the care she received , there is widespread concern that residents have not been adequately shielded. There is still controversy around lack of PPE for health and care workers and calls for clarity about how and when to start releasing the lockdown.
I prepare dinner - tagine with and without meat - then pop it in the oven to cook during my yoga class. I manage to slice my finger with the bread knife while preparing crostini from yesterday's baguette and hubby picks up the hot casserole lid by mistake - I feel more accident prone since we started isolation, and wonder whether it's due to the mental impact of the crisis. After we eat, I have a good chat with my Mum - she's bearing up well - but can't get hold of my friend who, it turns out, was sleeping. Tonight I am grateful that everybody in my family is well.
It's a warm but breezy day and I enjoy the walk; there are few people about but I zig zag across the road a few times to avoid walking past people on narrow pavements. At my friend's house her daughter and husband come to the doorstep to say hi - I'm in the road two metres away - and it's lovely to see them in real life instead of over zoom. My office is a shambles, part re-arranged into a photo studio and with papers all over the floor, so when I return I spend an hour tidying it so that I have room for yoga later, then work on some social media assets for the climate change partnership to use for Earth Day on Wednesday.
The news is mixed today - in a UK-wide scale it's looking better, with daily deaths almost halved from yesterday to 450, the lowest level since April 6th. But every one of those is a personal tragedy and news has reached me via Facebook of the first CV death in my social circle. She was in a care home and although her daughter has only praise for the care she received , there is widespread concern that residents have not been adequately shielded. There is still controversy around lack of PPE for health and care workers and calls for clarity about how and when to start releasing the lockdown.
I prepare dinner - tagine with and without meat - then pop it in the oven to cook during my yoga class. I manage to slice my finger with the bread knife while preparing crostini from yesterday's baguette and hubby picks up the hot casserole lid by mistake - I feel more accident prone since we started isolation, and wonder whether it's due to the mental impact of the crisis. After we eat, I have a good chat with my Mum - she's bearing up well - but can't get hold of my friend who, it turns out, was sleeping. Tonight I am grateful that everybody in my family is well.
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