Day 89 - Tuesday 16th June
I wake after a solid eight hours sleep to a tickly cough which I immediately find alarming. I remember lying on my back before I went to sleep and hope it's just a bit of post-nasal congestion. My sinuses feel a bit creaky so it seems plausible. I have to take my Mum to the surgery for her blood test this morning so I shower and wash my hair after breakfast, waking hubby up in the process. Our son wants to be woken at 12, as his girlfriend is due over at 2.
I put my Mum's groceries away for her, then drive her to the surgery where she goes in alone, once I've checked her in at a window she can't reach with her wheeled walker as it's approached over gravel. After her appointment I drive her home and do some chores for her while we wait for lunch time. She needs some help with her computer and her printer. I've offered her a fish and chip lunch, which she's looking forward to, but when I get to her favourite fish shop it's closed. A quick look on Facebook reveals that they had a fryer failure a couple of days ago, so I call my sister for advice and she tells me they have another branch in Calcot. It's empty when I go in to place my order; 30 minutes later I'm still waiting for it to be brought out to me. Meanwhile quite a few people have gone in for a chat. Fortunately it's warm and I chat to another customer while I wait, but time is ticking by and I was due home by 2 when son's girlfriend is due to arrive.
I'm back at Mum's with fish and chips by 1pm - the portions are huge, even her children's meal has loads of chips. The news is just breaking that a cheap and common steroid has been found to reduce coronavirus deaths by up to 30%, and the government has capitulated to requests to fund meals during the summer holidays for children from low-income families following a campaign by a footballer. That's better than this morning's news that two cases have been declared in formerly Covid-free New Zealand, brought in by two British women who were visiting a dying relative. I didn't realise that they were admitting foreigners who weren't key workers.
Son's girlfriend's parents drop her off and we chat for a bit; they are coming back for her later meaning 2 x 2hour round trips in a day. She's been here for a couple of hours when we have a sudden downpour, monsoon-style. Everything on the veranda is soaked, including her, so they have to come in for shelter. There's thunder, too. They sit at opposite ends of our long sofa and watch TV. Not sure what else we could do under the circumstances.
We order Nando's for dinner on the veranda - fortunately it's dry by then - and open some bubbles to celebrate the end of uni exams. We chat until her parents - and very cute dog! - come to pick her up. Hubby and I watch the final instalment of the docu-drama about the Salisbury poisonings. Tonight I am grateful that our living space can accommodate this kind of meeting.
I put my Mum's groceries away for her, then drive her to the surgery where she goes in alone, once I've checked her in at a window she can't reach with her wheeled walker as it's approached over gravel. After her appointment I drive her home and do some chores for her while we wait for lunch time. She needs some help with her computer and her printer. I've offered her a fish and chip lunch, which she's looking forward to, but when I get to her favourite fish shop it's closed. A quick look on Facebook reveals that they had a fryer failure a couple of days ago, so I call my sister for advice and she tells me they have another branch in Calcot. It's empty when I go in to place my order; 30 minutes later I'm still waiting for it to be brought out to me. Meanwhile quite a few people have gone in for a chat. Fortunately it's warm and I chat to another customer while I wait, but time is ticking by and I was due home by 2 when son's girlfriend is due to arrive.
I'm back at Mum's with fish and chips by 1pm - the portions are huge, even her children's meal has loads of chips. The news is just breaking that a cheap and common steroid has been found to reduce coronavirus deaths by up to 30%, and the government has capitulated to requests to fund meals during the summer holidays for children from low-income families following a campaign by a footballer. That's better than this morning's news that two cases have been declared in formerly Covid-free New Zealand, brought in by two British women who were visiting a dying relative. I didn't realise that they were admitting foreigners who weren't key workers.
Son's girlfriend's parents drop her off and we chat for a bit; they are coming back for her later meaning 2 x 2hour round trips in a day. She's been here for a couple of hours when we have a sudden downpour, monsoon-style. Everything on the veranda is soaked, including her, so they have to come in for shelter. There's thunder, too. They sit at opposite ends of our long sofa and watch TV. Not sure what else we could do under the circumstances.
We order Nando's for dinner on the veranda - fortunately it's dry by then - and open some bubbles to celebrate the end of uni exams. We chat until her parents - and very cute dog! - come to pick her up. Hubby and I watch the final instalment of the docu-drama about the Salisbury poisonings. Tonight I am grateful that our living space can accommodate this kind of meeting.
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