Day 77 - Thursday 4th June 2020
It took me a while to get to sleep last night so I'm tired this morning. I get up at the normal time but stay in my pyjamas. My son is still up - he had an exam due in today so he stayed up to do it and he's gaming. I see a message from my bestie - her UTI is back with a vengeance and she needs a mercy-dash to the chemist for more antibiotics. She didn't tell me when we spoke last night because she didn't want to burst my bubble. Of course I say yes, then wait for her to let me know when her prescription is ready. I email the other organisation that had offered me a job and ask for a call - fortunately, in light of the pyjamas, she suggests I call on her mobile rather than Teams and I explain that I've decided on the other job. I'm apologetic and we part on good terms. I have messages from the festival crew asking about our weekly zoom, which we all missed. I schedule one for Sunday afternoon.
My son emerges in search of food - which meal it is I have no idea - and I suggest a cheese toastie. He's had an email from the university offering several options for recovering his things from halls including couriering them to us at a cost of £500, but we plan to go and get them. His contract for his new digs starts on 20th July so presumably we either pick up and bring home before then or arrange a transfer from one to the other after; I believe the university will allocate a slot to allow social distancing, so we probably won't get the choice of which we do. He's off to bed, so we'll pick this up later. I speak to my daughter who wants to arrange a time to come over for a garden gathering; I suggest Saturday as the weather will be better, according to the forecast. It's disappointing that the hot, sunny days of May have been replaced by cooler, cloudy weather just as we are given permission for larger groups to meet outdoors.
I set off for Wokingham around 12, having had the call to say the script is ready. I've offered to shop for groceries too. Both errands turn out to be quite stressful. At the chemist there is some confusion about which prescription I'm collecting and once they identify it, it transpires that it's not ready after all and I'm sent to wait outside so that other customers can enter the shop. Eventually a staff member comes out and checks the details yet again, and I tell her that I have to go and move my car - there was a traffic warden lurking when I parked in a 30-minute zone about 27 minutes ago. When I reach the car he's sitting on the wall waiting for the clock to tick down; I greet him and comment on how long the prescription is taking, making sure I know he knows I haven't been there for 30 minutes. Finally I get the medication and go to pick up the groceries; they don't have everything on the list and then one of the needed items lacks a barcode. Going to and fro in the store while remaining 6 feet from everybody is really tricky and my glasses keep steaming up from my mask. My friend is apologetic but it's not her fault.
The news is full of Madeleine McCann - the cynic in me wonders if it's a ruse to divert attention from our death rate passing 40,000. A prisoner in Germany has apparently become prime suspect and rationally I guess that means the news originated there and hasn't been leaked by our government. Trump has tear-gassed a group of protestors to clear the way for him to pose with a bible outside a boarded-up church - it's really not a good look.
A delivery has arrived from one of my suppliers - plastic-free hand sanitiser is in the consignment. I have two orders to post out, too. Hubby goes out to meet his friend in the park and while he's out I attend an online event hosted by Green Alliance. When it's over I go to the post box with my orders and a couple of letters for Mum. Hubby and I arrive back at exactly the same time.
At 6 I attend a zoom meet-up of the local sustainability community - as so often happens there is much talk of the silos that exist in the town and the need for us to collaborate better. I hear for the first time of the solarpunk movement, which harnesses multiple creative media and technology to encourage optimistic envisioning of the future in light of current environmental and social inequality concerns. Definitely something worth investigating further. As the meeting begins, hubby starts trying to rouse our won. When it finishes he's still in bed, he finally emerges just as it's ready, around 8.30pm. I've prepared a vegetarian gumbo which is absolutely delicious; hubby has made his own tonight and while I wait for him to finish cooking it I start preparing a sourdough loaf. The dough goes into our breadmaker for kneading while we eat.
We're running short on some fresh provisions so I get to work after dinner looking for a delivery slot; Morrisons doesn't have one for 10 days but I get one from Tesco for tomorrow so I put an order together and ask my Mum if she wants me to add anything. When that's done I remove the sourdough from the bread maker and set it to prove overnight. There's a message from my daughter suggesting that we meet over the weekend; we settle on Saturday as the weather forecast looks slightly more favourable. It's 10.30 by the time I've finished but I'm much too awake to go to bed, so we watch two episodes of We Hunt Together and I turn in much later than usual, shattered.
Today I am grateful for not having got a parking ticket.
My son emerges in search of food - which meal it is I have no idea - and I suggest a cheese toastie. He's had an email from the university offering several options for recovering his things from halls including couriering them to us at a cost of £500, but we plan to go and get them. His contract for his new digs starts on 20th July so presumably we either pick up and bring home before then or arrange a transfer from one to the other after; I believe the university will allocate a slot to allow social distancing, so we probably won't get the choice of which we do. He's off to bed, so we'll pick this up later. I speak to my daughter who wants to arrange a time to come over for a garden gathering; I suggest Saturday as the weather will be better, according to the forecast. It's disappointing that the hot, sunny days of May have been replaced by cooler, cloudy weather just as we are given permission for larger groups to meet outdoors.
I set off for Wokingham around 12, having had the call to say the script is ready. I've offered to shop for groceries too. Both errands turn out to be quite stressful. At the chemist there is some confusion about which prescription I'm collecting and once they identify it, it transpires that it's not ready after all and I'm sent to wait outside so that other customers can enter the shop. Eventually a staff member comes out and checks the details yet again, and I tell her that I have to go and move my car - there was a traffic warden lurking when I parked in a 30-minute zone about 27 minutes ago. When I reach the car he's sitting on the wall waiting for the clock to tick down; I greet him and comment on how long the prescription is taking, making sure I know he knows I haven't been there for 30 minutes. Finally I get the medication and go to pick up the groceries; they don't have everything on the list and then one of the needed items lacks a barcode. Going to and fro in the store while remaining 6 feet from everybody is really tricky and my glasses keep steaming up from my mask. My friend is apologetic but it's not her fault.
The news is full of Madeleine McCann - the cynic in me wonders if it's a ruse to divert attention from our death rate passing 40,000. A prisoner in Germany has apparently become prime suspect and rationally I guess that means the news originated there and hasn't been leaked by our government. Trump has tear-gassed a group of protestors to clear the way for him to pose with a bible outside a boarded-up church - it's really not a good look.
A delivery has arrived from one of my suppliers - plastic-free hand sanitiser is in the consignment. I have two orders to post out, too. Hubby goes out to meet his friend in the park and while he's out I attend an online event hosted by Green Alliance. When it's over I go to the post box with my orders and a couple of letters for Mum. Hubby and I arrive back at exactly the same time.
At 6 I attend a zoom meet-up of the local sustainability community - as so often happens there is much talk of the silos that exist in the town and the need for us to collaborate better. I hear for the first time of the solarpunk movement, which harnesses multiple creative media and technology to encourage optimistic envisioning of the future in light of current environmental and social inequality concerns. Definitely something worth investigating further. As the meeting begins, hubby starts trying to rouse our won. When it finishes he's still in bed, he finally emerges just as it's ready, around 8.30pm. I've prepared a vegetarian gumbo which is absolutely delicious; hubby has made his own tonight and while I wait for him to finish cooking it I start preparing a sourdough loaf. The dough goes into our breadmaker for kneading while we eat.
We're running short on some fresh provisions so I get to work after dinner looking for a delivery slot; Morrisons doesn't have one for 10 days but I get one from Tesco for tomorrow so I put an order together and ask my Mum if she wants me to add anything. When that's done I remove the sourdough from the bread maker and set it to prove overnight. There's a message from my daughter suggesting that we meet over the weekend; we settle on Saturday as the weather forecast looks slightly more favourable. It's 10.30 by the time I've finished but I'm much too awake to go to bed, so we watch two episodes of We Hunt Together and I turn in much later than usual, shattered.
Today I am grateful for not having got a parking ticket.
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