Day 59 - Sunday 17th May
Another disturbed night … although I didn't use the amitriptyline so I guess that's my own fault. I feel like I need to save it for when I have had a few consecutive bad nights. I wake to the aroma of freshly-baked bread - although I rarely eat it, it's one my favourite scents.
I notice an order from my website, which turns out to be from the mother of a primary school friend of my son. We're not frequently in touch, although we're friends on Facebook, but when I confirm her order is ready to collect I suggest a coffee. We meet on the veranda and chat - she was due to exchange contracts on a house move just before lockdown so although her partner is furloughed there's no point him doing anything around the house so he's very bored. She's working from home and her son is back from uni like ours. I get another message from a friend I see more often - she's seen a gazebo on Facebook marketplace I might find interesting for when markets start up again. We exchange news and I suggest a coffee to her too - we arranged it for during the week and she'll incorporate it into her dog walk.
My son gets up just in time for an afternoon Skype with his sister and her family. Hubby entertains our grandson with photos of animals on his phone, each one prompting the appropriate noise. Then a laid back remix of baby shark. During the call I tell my daughter that I can't face seeing them live on the front lawn anymore, as I can't deal with having to back off when my grandson approaches. They'd already discussed the affect it might be having on him to have to keep his distance with people, so we're on the same page. I have a call with my friend after - she's still raving about the afternoon tea we shared earlier in the week so I would like to find another treat for her. She also reminds me to get a refund on the cinema tickets I had booked for this month.
Today's government briefing adds anosmia - loss of taste or smell - to the symptoms that require 14 days isolation as coronavirus indicators. It has been on the long list of symptoms reported in the Covid19 research app for ages but diagnosis of the virus has been limited to a handful of symptoms - first a fever, a cough and a sore throat, then a fever or a cough and now a fever, a cough or anosmia. Hubby and I both had coughs and sore throats back in early March but advice at the time didn't indicate Covid19, but after we recovered the advice changed to include our symptoms. Then we picked up our son from university with a cold ad no sense of taste - again, not meeting the criteria for Covid19 at the time. So have we all had the virus, or haven't we? And if we have, does that mean we have some immunity? There's no way of knowing.
Dinner is cassoulet with either pork or jackfruit - the last meal I'm having to prepare from limited ingredients as our online shop is arriving this evening. This is a disproportionately exciting prospect, but marred in reality by a broken bottle of wine that means a whole crate has to be returned to the depot containing not only the wine but also all the chopped tomatoes and aubergines we ordered and my son's noodles. They arrange to redeliver on Tuesday morning, though, so all is not lost. Then I realise that I have not unpacked some other items I expected to see, so I put a call in to the customer services number. The guy who takes the call is very friendly and tells me he is working from home until 11pm while his wife watches an apparently excellent horror movie in the next room. I list the missing items, he promises a refund, and I join hubby to watch Graham Norton before bed.
Today I am grateful for outside space to meet.
I notice an order from my website, which turns out to be from the mother of a primary school friend of my son. We're not frequently in touch, although we're friends on Facebook, but when I confirm her order is ready to collect I suggest a coffee. We meet on the veranda and chat - she was due to exchange contracts on a house move just before lockdown so although her partner is furloughed there's no point him doing anything around the house so he's very bored. She's working from home and her son is back from uni like ours. I get another message from a friend I see more often - she's seen a gazebo on Facebook marketplace I might find interesting for when markets start up again. We exchange news and I suggest a coffee to her too - we arranged it for during the week and she'll incorporate it into her dog walk.
My son gets up just in time for an afternoon Skype with his sister and her family. Hubby entertains our grandson with photos of animals on his phone, each one prompting the appropriate noise. Then a laid back remix of baby shark. During the call I tell my daughter that I can't face seeing them live on the front lawn anymore, as I can't deal with having to back off when my grandson approaches. They'd already discussed the affect it might be having on him to have to keep his distance with people, so we're on the same page. I have a call with my friend after - she's still raving about the afternoon tea we shared earlier in the week so I would like to find another treat for her. She also reminds me to get a refund on the cinema tickets I had booked for this month.
Today's government briefing adds anosmia - loss of taste or smell - to the symptoms that require 14 days isolation as coronavirus indicators. It has been on the long list of symptoms reported in the Covid19 research app for ages but diagnosis of the virus has been limited to a handful of symptoms - first a fever, a cough and a sore throat, then a fever or a cough and now a fever, a cough or anosmia. Hubby and I both had coughs and sore throats back in early March but advice at the time didn't indicate Covid19, but after we recovered the advice changed to include our symptoms. Then we picked up our son from university with a cold ad no sense of taste - again, not meeting the criteria for Covid19 at the time. So have we all had the virus, or haven't we? And if we have, does that mean we have some immunity? There's no way of knowing.
Dinner is cassoulet with either pork or jackfruit - the last meal I'm having to prepare from limited ingredients as our online shop is arriving this evening. This is a disproportionately exciting prospect, but marred in reality by a broken bottle of wine that means a whole crate has to be returned to the depot containing not only the wine but also all the chopped tomatoes and aubergines we ordered and my son's noodles. They arrange to redeliver on Tuesday morning, though, so all is not lost. Then I realise that I have not unpacked some other items I expected to see, so I put a call in to the customer services number. The guy who takes the call is very friendly and tells me he is working from home until 11pm while his wife watches an apparently excellent horror movie in the next room. I list the missing items, he promises a refund, and I join hubby to watch Graham Norton before bed.
Today I am grateful for outside space to meet.
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