Day 73 - Sunday 31st May
Yesterday's post is going to remain private for now. It was not a good day, but I'm not ready to share why. Today is a new day, and I can choose how I approach it. I choose optimism and joy. I take my breakfast on the steamer chair on the veranda, browsing recipe books to decide what to cook for the next few days. We have groceries arriving at midday which will open up the repertoire. After The Archers - now broadcasting stream of consciousness monologues due to the lockdown - a programme comes on about birds and features a blackbird's territorial call; I'm amused to hear our blackbird calling back in response.
No contract yet from the consultancy that has offered me a job. It's the weekend, so I try not to stress about that. I have a promotion ending today on my website, so I post about that on all the relevant social media platforms. I see a post from somebody local who has tomatillo plant to give away - I ask for two (you need a pair to get fruit) and offer squash or courgettes in exchange. They accept squash and I arrange pick-up for this afternoon. I message the friend I didn't get to see yesterday - she's out until late afternoon but will let me know when she's back. I feed my sourdough, have some lunch, do some weeding. It's sunny but with a cool breeze that keeps the heat manageable. I write some letters for my Mum, about a plot of land she owns which somebody else appears to be collecting rent for. I order the Nando's we didn't manage to get yesterday; the timed delivery doesn't work at first so I have to use live chat to get it scheduled.
I try to talk to hubby about what happened yesterday. He doesn't recall too much of it and doesn't really understand why I'm so upset. I suggest he might need to square things with our son; I doubt that he will. He's doing his best to make amends and comes to find me to tell me there's a fledgling on our lawn; probably a blackbird; I go to grab my camera but by the time I get back it's gone. Soon after he suggests a trip to the States next year, as if nothing happened.
I have had a couple of orders today, one to collect and one that needs posting. I tell hubby I'm heading out, and ask him to keep trying to wake our son while I'm gone. I head to the post box and have to hide behind it as a couple of groups of people pass by with no concept of social distancing. Then I pick up the tomatillos and leave the squash plant before heading to my friend's house. She's messaged to ask if I'd like a drink and there's a lovely glass of chilled pineapple waiting for me, and some home-made cake. I don't find any books in her stash, but her neighbours call by and pick up several. As I'm about to leave, my other friend What's Apps me and I sit in the car to talk to her. It's very sweaty with the windows closed but we talk until my phone runs out of charge. I realise it's 7pm, much later than I expected, but it's been great to have some space.
I head home and wait on the veranda for Deliveroo to bring our Nando's. My son isn't yet up, but he's awake and the lure of Nando's finally does the trick. We eat on the veranda and enjoy the cool of the evening. Today I am grateful for wonderful friends.
No contract yet from the consultancy that has offered me a job. It's the weekend, so I try not to stress about that. I have a promotion ending today on my website, so I post about that on all the relevant social media platforms. I see a post from somebody local who has tomatillo plant to give away - I ask for two (you need a pair to get fruit) and offer squash or courgettes in exchange. They accept squash and I arrange pick-up for this afternoon. I message the friend I didn't get to see yesterday - she's out until late afternoon but will let me know when she's back. I feed my sourdough, have some lunch, do some weeding. It's sunny but with a cool breeze that keeps the heat manageable. I write some letters for my Mum, about a plot of land she owns which somebody else appears to be collecting rent for. I order the Nando's we didn't manage to get yesterday; the timed delivery doesn't work at first so I have to use live chat to get it scheduled.
I try to talk to hubby about what happened yesterday. He doesn't recall too much of it and doesn't really understand why I'm so upset. I suggest he might need to square things with our son; I doubt that he will. He's doing his best to make amends and comes to find me to tell me there's a fledgling on our lawn; probably a blackbird; I go to grab my camera but by the time I get back it's gone. Soon after he suggests a trip to the States next year, as if nothing happened.
I have had a couple of orders today, one to collect and one that needs posting. I tell hubby I'm heading out, and ask him to keep trying to wake our son while I'm gone. I head to the post box and have to hide behind it as a couple of groups of people pass by with no concept of social distancing. Then I pick up the tomatillos and leave the squash plant before heading to my friend's house. She's messaged to ask if I'd like a drink and there's a lovely glass of chilled pineapple waiting for me, and some home-made cake. I don't find any books in her stash, but her neighbours call by and pick up several. As I'm about to leave, my other friend What's Apps me and I sit in the car to talk to her. It's very sweaty with the windows closed but we talk until my phone runs out of charge. I realise it's 7pm, much later than I expected, but it's been great to have some space.
I head home and wait on the veranda for Deliveroo to bring our Nando's. My son isn't yet up, but he's awake and the lure of Nando's finally does the trick. We eat on the veranda and enjoy the cool of the evening. Today I am grateful for wonderful friends.
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