Day 47 - Tuesday 5th May
I wake too early again but manage to doze until a sensible hour. I've been feeling a bit sniffly which, having not been in contact with anybody who could have given me a cold or any other kind of illness, I'm putting down to hay fever. I made some fresh bread yesterday so I have some of our honey on toast for breakfast. The breakfast news talks about the tracing software being rolled out in the Isle of Wight as a pilot - first to healthcare workers and later this week to the general population. We should all have it within a few weeks.
One of the sustainability groups I belong to on Facebook has offered me the opportunity to have a profile published so I draft a bio for that and send it over, then set up a couple of phone chats with people I've encountered through my network. I'm still looking for job apps but they are fewer now - I suspect HR departments are currently fully occupied working out how to safely return staff to work when the lockdown is over. I make some amendments on my online shop, sign off the minutes of the last climate change meeting and bimble about the internet for a bit - still finding it hard to stay focused. I really should be prepping for tomorrow's interview but I'm not really in the right frame of mind.
After lunch, Hubby and I go for a walk down by the river just to blow the cobwebs away. I try to take the opportunity of a non-confrontational walk to raise the question of the things that need doing round the house. I'm happy to contribute but I'm not the one who spends the morning in bed and the afternoon playing solitaire. When we return I endeavour to focus on my preparation for tomorrow's interview. I stop to prepare dinner - a chicken and pasta dish for him and for my son and I, the fancy-looking ratatouille we found on the internet, where the top layer of yellow and green courgettes are thinly sliced and arranged as you would expect to find on a tarte tatin. It looks lovely when I put it on the oven but I get the saute pan out to check whether it needs more olive oil and the handle breaks off - the contents end up on the floor. I could have cried. Jack Monroe to the rescue with her "kindanara" recipe; we eat late.
I'm not feeling the gratitude tonight.
One of the sustainability groups I belong to on Facebook has offered me the opportunity to have a profile published so I draft a bio for that and send it over, then set up a couple of phone chats with people I've encountered through my network. I'm still looking for job apps but they are fewer now - I suspect HR departments are currently fully occupied working out how to safely return staff to work when the lockdown is over. I make some amendments on my online shop, sign off the minutes of the last climate change meeting and bimble about the internet for a bit - still finding it hard to stay focused. I really should be prepping for tomorrow's interview but I'm not really in the right frame of mind.
After lunch, Hubby and I go for a walk down by the river just to blow the cobwebs away. I try to take the opportunity of a non-confrontational walk to raise the question of the things that need doing round the house. I'm happy to contribute but I'm not the one who spends the morning in bed and the afternoon playing solitaire. When we return I endeavour to focus on my preparation for tomorrow's interview. I stop to prepare dinner - a chicken and pasta dish for him and for my son and I, the fancy-looking ratatouille we found on the internet, where the top layer of yellow and green courgettes are thinly sliced and arranged as you would expect to find on a tarte tatin. It looks lovely when I put it on the oven but I get the saute pan out to check whether it needs more olive oil and the handle breaks off - the contents end up on the floor. I could have cried. Jack Monroe to the rescue with her "kindanara" recipe; we eat late.
I'm not feeling the gratitude tonight.
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