Day 60 - Monday 18th May
I have a long list of things to do today, but it's hard to feel focused. I settle at my desk and notice a shopping bag next to it - it contains the items I reported missing last night. I email customer services confession to the error and asking them to reverse the refund. I finally work out I must have had it in my hand when I went to my desk to check the substitutions on the email confirmation of the order during last night's delivery. I have a reminder for a job application but I can't decide whether to apply as it's in London. I defer it, as the deadline isn't until Friday. I spend a while on charity admin and cancel a couple of free trials for premium subscriptions. I'm glad I diarised these, as I would definitely have forgotten otherwise. I do some preparation for tomorrow's pre-interview, researching the charity and thinking about how I would find placements for the clients.
It's warm outside, but with a chilly breeze. I pot up a couple of tomato plants that my daughter wants. Hubby is weeding the lawn again. He was up earlier today so I'm glad to see that he's beginning to use his time constructively. I've had a couple more orders for the shampoo bars I launched on Saturday. One is for an old friend, so I message her and suggest a coffee when she picks up; the other needs posting. I tell my supplier how well they are going, and order the rest of his stock. I check in with a friend, who tells me her Dad has been hospitalised. He's suffering from cancer so it's unclear whether it's that, the virus or something else that his causing his shortness of breath. Her Mum wasn't allowed to go with him. It's so harsh.
I pop out after lunch to post the order, deliver Mum's groceries and drop the tomato plants round to my daughter. Mum is keen to chat - not suprisingly when she sees so few people. I put away her groceries, take her rubbish out and explained to her that nobody would be able to see her doing the zoom seated exercise class I sent her the link for, as she doesn't have a webcam. She has been being charged for Amazon Prime but doesn't really know why, so I offer to sort that out for her. She shows me the photo book my daughter got her for her birthday … full of photos of her great-grandson, it's gorgeous. All this while socially distanced of course.
I drop the tomato plants off to my daughter and pick up a small cupboard they no longer need - it's hard to dispose of things right now, and we have room for it. I wave at my grandson through the door - he's in his highchair having a snack - and he immediately calls out Nana. I so badly want to go in and see him, but I can't. I've had another order when I get back, but it will have to wait until tomorrow. Our son emerges, joins some friends online for a chat and then announces that he's going out for a walk. This is the first time he has been outside our garden for weeks; I wonder whether the possibility that he has already had the virus has made him more confident. We have a chat about driving - he was learning before he went to uni but didn't pass his test. He agrees that with time to fill in the summer break (he would have been at festivals) and with public transport being more risky, getting his licence would be a good idea.
I have yoga at 6.30, then prepare fajitas for dinner; the veggies have jackfruit in theirs. The second jackfruit meal in two days and I feel yesterday's variety was more palatable than today's which is a bit crunchy. I go online after dinner and sort out Mum's Prime membership - since she hasn't ordered anything they are happy to refund in full. Hubby and I watch Killing Eve, and I have an early night.
Today I am grateful to be of service to my Mum.
It's warm outside, but with a chilly breeze. I pot up a couple of tomato plants that my daughter wants. Hubby is weeding the lawn again. He was up earlier today so I'm glad to see that he's beginning to use his time constructively. I've had a couple more orders for the shampoo bars I launched on Saturday. One is for an old friend, so I message her and suggest a coffee when she picks up; the other needs posting. I tell my supplier how well they are going, and order the rest of his stock. I check in with a friend, who tells me her Dad has been hospitalised. He's suffering from cancer so it's unclear whether it's that, the virus or something else that his causing his shortness of breath. Her Mum wasn't allowed to go with him. It's so harsh.
I pop out after lunch to post the order, deliver Mum's groceries and drop the tomato plants round to my daughter. Mum is keen to chat - not suprisingly when she sees so few people. I put away her groceries, take her rubbish out and explained to her that nobody would be able to see her doing the zoom seated exercise class I sent her the link for, as she doesn't have a webcam. She has been being charged for Amazon Prime but doesn't really know why, so I offer to sort that out for her. She shows me the photo book my daughter got her for her birthday … full of photos of her great-grandson, it's gorgeous. All this while socially distanced of course.
I drop the tomato plants off to my daughter and pick up a small cupboard they no longer need - it's hard to dispose of things right now, and we have room for it. I wave at my grandson through the door - he's in his highchair having a snack - and he immediately calls out Nana. I so badly want to go in and see him, but I can't. I've had another order when I get back, but it will have to wait until tomorrow. Our son emerges, joins some friends online for a chat and then announces that he's going out for a walk. This is the first time he has been outside our garden for weeks; I wonder whether the possibility that he has already had the virus has made him more confident. We have a chat about driving - he was learning before he went to uni but didn't pass his test. He agrees that with time to fill in the summer break (he would have been at festivals) and with public transport being more risky, getting his licence would be a good idea.
I have yoga at 6.30, then prepare fajitas for dinner; the veggies have jackfruit in theirs. The second jackfruit meal in two days and I feel yesterday's variety was more palatable than today's which is a bit crunchy. I go online after dinner and sort out Mum's Prime membership - since she hasn't ordered anything they are happy to refund in full. Hubby and I watch Killing Eve, and I have an early night.
Today I am grateful to be of service to my Mum.
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