Day 107 - Saturday 4th July
So tired after a night of very interrupted sleep - I can get to sleep okay but I wake up every couple of hours and I don't feel rested. I have a lot to do today, though, as we have guests coming over. First my niece, and then she will be joined by my daughter and her family. Indoors, like regular people. Today is the first day since lockdown that we have been officially allowed to have another household indoors with us. It's also the day that bars and restaurants re-open to the public. Some have been open since 6am ... I dread to think what state people will be in, and the quality of their social distancing after several hours on the booze.
My first priority today is to ensure I have sufficient provisions to make fajitas (veggie and chicken) for 7 people; it turns out that I do. The guacamole I make from scratch, taking care that it's not too spicy for my grandson. Then I prepare brunch for the family; we'd agreed to eat at 11 to accommodate an earlier dinner due to toddler bedtime. Hubby appears just in time but the only sign of the teens is the sound of the shower. I check and they ask for 10 minutes. 20 minutes later we sit down without them, and 5 minutes later they appear. Over brunch they confirm their plans for next week; on Wednesday hubby will take our son to clear out his first year accommodation and drop him and his girlfriend at her new flat; they will stay there to let in the wifi installers the following day and then return home on the Friday. She plans to go home on Sunday. Neither of them seem in a particular hurry to move in to their second year digs.
I hoover while hubby washes up and then begin to prep the veg for fajitas. Our niece arrives just after 2pm with her cute miniature dachshund, and we let them in. The dog is an immediate hit with our son's girlfriend, who is missing her own. She's a little braver than when we saw her a couple of weeks ago and she soon seems perfectly at home, trotting around checking things out. We chat for a while, sharing our experiences of the lockdown. We're all inclined to be cautious, and I think as the year progresses people will fall into two main categories - those who want to exercise their freedoms as soon as they are allowed, and those like us who are content to stay semi-isolated. It's likely that those groups will mainly socialise with like-minded people, as there's no point in isolating if you then spend time in close proximity to those who have not.
Mid-afternoon our daughter arrives and the focus shifts from cute dog to cute baby. He’s grumpy, though, having only managed a 30 minute nap instead of 2 hours. After a few false starts he makes friends with the dog and returns to his normal sunny and engaging self. We eat on schedule at 5.30, the first time we have entertained guests to dinner inside the house since March. I sneak pieces of grated cheese under the table to the dog, and share my dessert with my grandson. It’s so wonderfully normal.
My first priority today is to ensure I have sufficient provisions to make fajitas (veggie and chicken) for 7 people; it turns out that I do. The guacamole I make from scratch, taking care that it's not too spicy for my grandson. Then I prepare brunch for the family; we'd agreed to eat at 11 to accommodate an earlier dinner due to toddler bedtime. Hubby appears just in time but the only sign of the teens is the sound of the shower. I check and they ask for 10 minutes. 20 minutes later we sit down without them, and 5 minutes later they appear. Over brunch they confirm their plans for next week; on Wednesday hubby will take our son to clear out his first year accommodation and drop him and his girlfriend at her new flat; they will stay there to let in the wifi installers the following day and then return home on the Friday. She plans to go home on Sunday. Neither of them seem in a particular hurry to move in to their second year digs.
I hoover while hubby washes up and then begin to prep the veg for fajitas. Our niece arrives just after 2pm with her cute miniature dachshund, and we let them in. The dog is an immediate hit with our son's girlfriend, who is missing her own. She's a little braver than when we saw her a couple of weeks ago and she soon seems perfectly at home, trotting around checking things out. We chat for a while, sharing our experiences of the lockdown. We're all inclined to be cautious, and I think as the year progresses people will fall into two main categories - those who want to exercise their freedoms as soon as they are allowed, and those like us who are content to stay semi-isolated. It's likely that those groups will mainly socialise with like-minded people, as there's no point in isolating if you then spend time in close proximity to those who have not.
Mid-afternoon our daughter arrives and the focus shifts from cute dog to cute baby. He’s grumpy, though, having only managed a 30 minute nap instead of 2 hours. After a few false starts he makes friends with the dog and returns to his normal sunny and engaging self. We eat on schedule at 5.30, the first time we have entertained guests to dinner inside the house since March. I sneak pieces of grated cheese under the table to the dog, and share my dessert with my grandson. It’s so wonderfully normal.
Everybody has gone by 8pm and I message my friend, who had
suggested we have zoom gin this evening. She’s had a major flood in her house
and is waiting for the emergency plumber. She really has been very unlucky
recently. Hubby and I watch Selma, which I find absolutely shocking. I respond
to a message from my friend who has invited us all for lunch tomorrow,
confirming that she’s expecting us. Then I go to bed, grateful for a day that,
apart from not hugging guests, felt just like normal.
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