Day 71 - Friday 29th May
What a relief! Today I don't have to worry about looking for a job. It's a real weight off my mind and I decide to cut myself a bit of slack. After breakfast I do some social media posts for my online shop, post an order and participate in the regular Friday catch-up for the charity I chair. Then it's on to job admin - I email the recruiter for the council role asking for a meeting early next week and arrange a meeting with the fourth member of the senior team for the consultancy I hope to join. I'm excited that things are moving forward. I have another look at our online shop - still no feta at Morrisons, so I try Iceland and find that not only is it in stock but they have delivery slots available this weekend!
My bubble is burst when hubby announces that he's having some friends over tomorrow. It started with one invitation, to a friend who lives alone. Then suddenly it's four of them. The relaxation of the restrictions doesn't start until Monday, but he tries to justify it be reminding me that on Monday we accidentally ended up with four guests when our daughter, her husband and son arrived before my friend had left. I don't think it's the same at all, they didn't overlap for long and both were short visits. The party starts at 1pm and I am worried because that's when he'll start drinking; it will almost certainly go on all afternoon. He suggests that his friends can pee in the garden - that's really not ideal as I'd like to be able to use the garden without running into his friends taking a leak, so I say they should use our downstairs loo. It's right next to the front door and we can set it up with paper towels and antibac soap. I think he knows I'm not happy that he's having friends over before the restrictions are relaxed, but apparently that's not important.
I make lasagne tonight. Hubby's is adapted from recent bolognese sauce, the veggies have a lentil-based recipe which I really enjoy. I prepare them ahead as there's a Take That virtual concert live-streaming from 8pm, so they can cook while I watch. My friend is going to watch too - we're both fans and have been to gigs together. It hasn't long started when our son announces that he has an online quiz with his uni friends at 9 and needs to eat now ... he'd mentioned that he was meeting his friends and I'd asked him to confirm when so that I could plan meals around it but this is the first I've heard that it's tonight. I point him in the direction of leftover black rice risotto and return to the gig. Its production values are surprisingly high - while it's odd to see middle aged men having straight-faced conversations with a CGI meerkat between the songs, they have choreography, changes of costume, lighting effects and have clearly put a lot of effort into making it slick ... although Robbie clearly didn't bother learning the dances.
Since our son isn't joining us, hubby and I eat in front of the TV and watch Have I Got News for You and The Last Leg. Both are preoccupied with Dominic Cummings although The Last Leg, being live, acknowledges the terrible events unfolding in Minneapolis where a policy officer was filmed standing on the neck of a black man who was gasping "I can't breathe". The man later died. I have been reading heartbreaking posts from women in America who say that their husbands have to take their young children with them when they go out for exercise, for protection from racially-motivated harassment.
Tonight I am grateful to live in a country where there is less racial prejudice than the USA.
My bubble is burst when hubby announces that he's having some friends over tomorrow. It started with one invitation, to a friend who lives alone. Then suddenly it's four of them. The relaxation of the restrictions doesn't start until Monday, but he tries to justify it be reminding me that on Monday we accidentally ended up with four guests when our daughter, her husband and son arrived before my friend had left. I don't think it's the same at all, they didn't overlap for long and both were short visits. The party starts at 1pm and I am worried because that's when he'll start drinking; it will almost certainly go on all afternoon. He suggests that his friends can pee in the garden - that's really not ideal as I'd like to be able to use the garden without running into his friends taking a leak, so I say they should use our downstairs loo. It's right next to the front door and we can set it up with paper towels and antibac soap. I think he knows I'm not happy that he's having friends over before the restrictions are relaxed, but apparently that's not important.
I make lasagne tonight. Hubby's is adapted from recent bolognese sauce, the veggies have a lentil-based recipe which I really enjoy. I prepare them ahead as there's a Take That virtual concert live-streaming from 8pm, so they can cook while I watch. My friend is going to watch too - we're both fans and have been to gigs together. It hasn't long started when our son announces that he has an online quiz with his uni friends at 9 and needs to eat now ... he'd mentioned that he was meeting his friends and I'd asked him to confirm when so that I could plan meals around it but this is the first I've heard that it's tonight. I point him in the direction of leftover black rice risotto and return to the gig. Its production values are surprisingly high - while it's odd to see middle aged men having straight-faced conversations with a CGI meerkat between the songs, they have choreography, changes of costume, lighting effects and have clearly put a lot of effort into making it slick ... although Robbie clearly didn't bother learning the dances.
Since our son isn't joining us, hubby and I eat in front of the TV and watch Have I Got News for You and The Last Leg. Both are preoccupied with Dominic Cummings although The Last Leg, being live, acknowledges the terrible events unfolding in Minneapolis where a policy officer was filmed standing on the neck of a black man who was gasping "I can't breathe". The man later died. I have been reading heartbreaking posts from women in America who say that their husbands have to take their young children with them when they go out for exercise, for protection from racially-motivated harassment.
Tonight I am grateful to live in a country where there is less racial prejudice than the USA.
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