Day 53 - Monday 11th May
I wake to the nagging pain in my quad and wonder about phoning my GP, but I have a number of calls scheduled today so I decide to ignore it. It's the start of the online sustainability festival at which I've been invited to join a panel on Thursday. I set up a post in its marketplace and attend the first session at 9am. Mid-morning I have a call with the climate change partnership, then I'm due a call at noon that doesn't happen. I drop her a voicemail, grab some lunch and then attend a webinar on Doughnut Economics at city level.
Hubby's anniversary gift needs picking up, and when I get back around 3pm our son is still in bed - we started trying to get him up at noon, at his request. He arrives at my office door a while later looking dazed and confused, and I have to give him a hug. He accepts the offer of a mocha and a cheese toastie and disappears into the games room where his PC is set up. I really hope he's ok.
Hubby got up earlier today and has started cleaning the house. I catch up with emails then listen to the Prime Minister being questioned in the house of commons about yesterday's announcement. There's now a 60 page document explaining the recovery plan, which I'm sure few people will read. By contrast, Ireland's plan is summarised in a handy one-pager. I am horrified to see that our government's plan is for the next phase after this is for households to be allowed close contact with just one other household on a reciprocal basis - this would force our daughter to choose which set of grandparents were allowed to see our grandson. I know how stressful she would find it to have to make such a choice.
I prep for dinner - raclette - and then attend my yoga class. It's a good class and my body feels better for it, although the relaxation section is interrupted by my son looking for the hair clippers so that he can trim his quarantine beard. As we chat after class, my friend says her daughter is feeling much better and reveals that tomorrow they are celebrating Christmas - she sends me photos of a decorated tree and festive candles to prove it! Dinner is good and I eat way too much because I can't resist melted cheese. Over dinner we talk about plans for tomorrow's anniversary dinner which our son was going to cook, but he's not sure about having to prepare two meals (one with meat, one without). We decided on a takeaway instead, and he offers to treat us as we're currently feeding him. I'm touched.
Tonight I am grateful for my son's thoughtfulness.
Hubby's anniversary gift needs picking up, and when I get back around 3pm our son is still in bed - we started trying to get him up at noon, at his request. He arrives at my office door a while later looking dazed and confused, and I have to give him a hug. He accepts the offer of a mocha and a cheese toastie and disappears into the games room where his PC is set up. I really hope he's ok.
Hubby got up earlier today and has started cleaning the house. I catch up with emails then listen to the Prime Minister being questioned in the house of commons about yesterday's announcement. There's now a 60 page document explaining the recovery plan, which I'm sure few people will read. By contrast, Ireland's plan is summarised in a handy one-pager. I am horrified to see that our government's plan is for the next phase after this is for households to be allowed close contact with just one other household on a reciprocal basis - this would force our daughter to choose which set of grandparents were allowed to see our grandson. I know how stressful she would find it to have to make such a choice.
I prep for dinner - raclette - and then attend my yoga class. It's a good class and my body feels better for it, although the relaxation section is interrupted by my son looking for the hair clippers so that he can trim his quarantine beard. As we chat after class, my friend says her daughter is feeling much better and reveals that tomorrow they are celebrating Christmas - she sends me photos of a decorated tree and festive candles to prove it! Dinner is good and I eat way too much because I can't resist melted cheese. Over dinner we talk about plans for tomorrow's anniversary dinner which our son was going to cook, but he's not sure about having to prepare two meals (one with meat, one without). We decided on a takeaway instead, and he offers to treat us as we're currently feeding him. I'm touched.
Tonight I am grateful for my son's thoughtfulness.
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