Day 69 - Wednesday 27th May
I wake far too early and my attempts to get back to sleep fail. I have, however, discovered Wireless Nights which I think will be excellent listening during sleepness nights due to Jarvis Cocker's soothing voice and confidential tone. After breakfast I get on with buying postage online and packaging up the things people have bought on eBay and my online shop. No sign of hubby emerging, so for the first time since lockdown I go out without showering … after all, I'm not going to get within 6 feet of anybody!
The first parcel post box is full and my third parcel won't fit in the tray because the second one is jammed in it. I try to retrieve it but it's stuck fast so I guess at least it's safe. I go to the second one which is fine. My next stop is to drop off some surplus linen and towels to a friend who is collecting them for charity - I ring her bell and she unlocks her car so I can dump them in her boot; she tells me that later today her Mum will pick them up from there. I have a parcel that was too expensive to send Royal Mail so I take it to a Hermes drop in a convenience store and am annoyed when a deliver driver arrives and totally ignores social distancing, stepping forward to open the door for me when my first attempt to do it with my elbow fails. Next stop is my Mum, to drop off her groceries. I let myself in so that I can put them away for her; my sister is there cutting her lawn. Mum's in good spirits but is having trouble with her mobile as the storage is full so it can't download anything. I fix that, sanitise her phone and leave.
Last stop is my friend's house with some plants she wanted, then home to wake up my son at his requested time of 1pm. I grab some lunch and sit on the veranda to eat; it's still warm but cloudier than it has been. As usual, it takes several hours before my son actually emerges. It's hard to focus on anything when I have to keep stopping to chase him up. He says the sleeping pills are helping somewhat, but he still struggles to wake up and often has no recollection that we had a conversation and he told me he was fully awake!
I prepare spag bol with and without meat for dinner and we eat it on the veranda, then my son makes chocolate and raspberry brownies while I empty the dishwasher and clear up the kitchen. We listen to his choice of music while he cooks and it's a welcome moment of connection, for which I'm grateful.
The first parcel post box is full and my third parcel won't fit in the tray because the second one is jammed in it. I try to retrieve it but it's stuck fast so I guess at least it's safe. I go to the second one which is fine. My next stop is to drop off some surplus linen and towels to a friend who is collecting them for charity - I ring her bell and she unlocks her car so I can dump them in her boot; she tells me that later today her Mum will pick them up from there. I have a parcel that was too expensive to send Royal Mail so I take it to a Hermes drop in a convenience store and am annoyed when a deliver driver arrives and totally ignores social distancing, stepping forward to open the door for me when my first attempt to do it with my elbow fails. Next stop is my Mum, to drop off her groceries. I let myself in so that I can put them away for her; my sister is there cutting her lawn. Mum's in good spirits but is having trouble with her mobile as the storage is full so it can't download anything. I fix that, sanitise her phone and leave.
Last stop is my friend's house with some plants she wanted, then home to wake up my son at his requested time of 1pm. I grab some lunch and sit on the veranda to eat; it's still warm but cloudier than it has been. As usual, it takes several hours before my son actually emerges. It's hard to focus on anything when I have to keep stopping to chase him up. He says the sleeping pills are helping somewhat, but he still struggles to wake up and often has no recollection that we had a conversation and he told me he was fully awake!
I prepare spag bol with and without meat for dinner and we eat it on the veranda, then my son makes chocolate and raspberry brownies while I empty the dishwasher and clear up the kitchen. We listen to his choice of music while he cooks and it's a welcome moment of connection, for which I'm grateful.
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