Day 80 - Sunday 7th June
I would have liked a lie-in but despite an eye mask I don't manage one - I'm up by 9 and find my son at the computer. He got up at 2am but seems in good spirits and is taking a break from completing another exam online. I have a friend visiting for a coffee at 11 - she has ordered some hand sanitiser from my online shop and will be collecting them. I'm pleased to hear that her house move is back on track. My son, who went to school with hers, stops by to say hi. She's amazed to see a six footer with a beard - he was 7 when she last saw him!
I make four portions of sweet leek carbonara for lunch, eat one and save the rest for my son. He's not ready for a meal yet - he had two while I was still asleep. Hubby has a ploughman's. The news is still full of the Black Lives Matter protests; in Bristol they have torn down a statue of a slaver called Edward Colston and thrown it in the harbour. It feels appropriate, although the risks the protestors are taking with the virus trouble me. I pot up some plants - it's warm in the sunshine but there's a lot of cloud today.
At 3 I have a call with my WOMAD buddies; I duck out at 3.45 so hubby and I can go to to our daughter's house for a walk with her family. We pass my sister's house and say hi to her for a bit, then invent a new game where I hide behind park cars and leap out at Max; he thinks it's hilarious, and I observe that this is a game that would not have existed if it wasn't for Covid-19. On the way home I drop off a plant pot at my Mum's house for the house plant I gave her yesterday. At home, I put some sourdough in the bread maker to start making baguettes.
Following a conversation with our son, I'm experimenting with Jollof rice. It's indigenous to many African countries, and each insists their own is the best and right way to cook it. We're going to try Nigerian and Ghanaian recipes, since we have friends from those countries. I'm working purely from recipes I found on the internet first; later we may ask for favourite recipes of our friends. Our son goes to bed before dinner; hubby prepares a gammon roast. After dinner we begin to watch Normal People, which has been highly recommended by various friends.
Today I am grateful to be one day closer to the day I can hug my grandson.
I make four portions of sweet leek carbonara for lunch, eat one and save the rest for my son. He's not ready for a meal yet - he had two while I was still asleep. Hubby has a ploughman's. The news is still full of the Black Lives Matter protests; in Bristol they have torn down a statue of a slaver called Edward Colston and thrown it in the harbour. It feels appropriate, although the risks the protestors are taking with the virus trouble me. I pot up some plants - it's warm in the sunshine but there's a lot of cloud today.
At 3 I have a call with my WOMAD buddies; I duck out at 3.45 so hubby and I can go to to our daughter's house for a walk with her family. We pass my sister's house and say hi to her for a bit, then invent a new game where I hide behind park cars and leap out at Max; he thinks it's hilarious, and I observe that this is a game that would not have existed if it wasn't for Covid-19. On the way home I drop off a plant pot at my Mum's house for the house plant I gave her yesterday. At home, I put some sourdough in the bread maker to start making baguettes.
Following a conversation with our son, I'm experimenting with Jollof rice. It's indigenous to many African countries, and each insists their own is the best and right way to cook it. We're going to try Nigerian and Ghanaian recipes, since we have friends from those countries. I'm working purely from recipes I found on the internet first; later we may ask for favourite recipes of our friends. Our son goes to bed before dinner; hubby prepares a gammon roast. After dinner we begin to watch Normal People, which has been highly recommended by various friends.
Today I am grateful to be one day closer to the day I can hug my grandson.
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