Day 108 - Sunday 5th July
Another disturbed night – it’s getting really annoying now. I’m
not feeling stressed or anxious so I really can’t understand why I can’t sleep
properly. I’m up by 8 and catching up on these diary entries, hampered by a
really flaky internet connection. Having paid little attention to coronavirus
yesterday, it’s alarming to see that in London the R-rate has I increased to
more than 1 and that in Israel which locked down early and opened up about a
month ago, infections are now back up to the highest recorded levels. I shower, wash my hair and dry it in good time for our 11-12am grocery delivery slot. Unfortunately, the groceries arrive on the dot of noon, leaving little time to pack everything away before our lunch appointment. I stash the frozen stuff, cram my friend's chilled items into a cool box and message my friend to say we'll be a bit late.
There's a little initial awkwardness when we arrive, with everybody pressing themselves back against the walls of the hallway to leave the appropriate distance. We have bubbly in the garden in the fairly blustery sunshine then move indoors for lunch. My friend has prepared raclette and arranged the two households at opposite ends of the table with our own self-service salads which works really well. It's a lovely lunch and really good to spend time with friends again.
I had missed a call from my friend during lunch; we had arranged for her to come over for a coffee in the afternoon but she's feeling overwhelmed by the effects of yesterday's flood and is clearly in no state to socialise. I talk to hubby on the way home and ask him to give me a lift to her house later so I can help her sort things out - he had driven to lunch so I've had a couple of glasses of wine on top of the bubbly. When we get back my son wants his hair cut, so I do that then grab my cleaning materials and head off to my friend's house, calling on the way to let her know I'm coming.
It's very wet in her house - the stairs were like a waterfall apparently and the carpet is still sodden. There's a strong smell of damp plaster although fortunately the ceiling looks like it has suffered only cosmetic damage. She's got a big bogged down while she was ill and there's a lot of clutter in the living room - not excessive but enough to make her feel overwhelmed. I get her to sit and give directions while I gather things up and put them in piles depending on their final destination. It doesn't take long to get things tidy again, and we have a lot put aside for the charity shop. When that's done, we tackle her bedroom and thin out her wardrobe. It's hard work but really satisfying when it's done. I don't notice time passing and get an irritated call from hubby asking about dinner ... I suggest some things they'll find in the fridge, and finally get mine about 11pm when I get home.
Tonight I am grateful I was able to help a friend in need.
There's a little initial awkwardness when we arrive, with everybody pressing themselves back against the walls of the hallway to leave the appropriate distance. We have bubbly in the garden in the fairly blustery sunshine then move indoors for lunch. My friend has prepared raclette and arranged the two households at opposite ends of the table with our own self-service salads which works really well. It's a lovely lunch and really good to spend time with friends again.
I had missed a call from my friend during lunch; we had arranged for her to come over for a coffee in the afternoon but she's feeling overwhelmed by the effects of yesterday's flood and is clearly in no state to socialise. I talk to hubby on the way home and ask him to give me a lift to her house later so I can help her sort things out - he had driven to lunch so I've had a couple of glasses of wine on top of the bubbly. When we get back my son wants his hair cut, so I do that then grab my cleaning materials and head off to my friend's house, calling on the way to let her know I'm coming.
It's very wet in her house - the stairs were like a waterfall apparently and the carpet is still sodden. There's a strong smell of damp plaster although fortunately the ceiling looks like it has suffered only cosmetic damage. She's got a big bogged down while she was ill and there's a lot of clutter in the living room - not excessive but enough to make her feel overwhelmed. I get her to sit and give directions while I gather things up and put them in piles depending on their final destination. It doesn't take long to get things tidy again, and we have a lot put aside for the charity shop. When that's done, we tackle her bedroom and thin out her wardrobe. It's hard work but really satisfying when it's done. I don't notice time passing and get an irritated call from hubby asking about dinner ... I suggest some things they'll find in the fridge, and finally get mine about 11pm when I get home.
Tonight I am grateful I was able to help a friend in need.
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