Day 111 - Wednesday 8th July
My "day off" ... having got to sleep after 2am and moved my alarm from 7am to 8am I barely have time for a shower and breakfast before my first online meeting at 9am, followed by others at 10.15 and 11, all for the climate change partnership. All very productive, though. Hubby is taking my son and his girlfriend to Bristol today to collect the last of my son's things from his halls of residence and drop the pair of them at his girlfriend's new digs so they can let the wifi installers in tomorrow - they have a delivery window of 9am to 9pm or something equally ridiculous.
I cobble together a lunch for them (leftover halloumi fajita filling mixed with leftover pizza sauce and mixed with pasta) and leftover veggie brunch items for me. Hubby has forgotten that I got a lasagne out of the freezer for him last night and had some soup. They leave around 1.15 and I follow shortly after for a walking meeting in the local park with somebody I hope will agree to take over as lead for the health theme of the climate change action plan. We walk randomly in intermittent rain and my feet get very soggy (bad shoe choice) but she agrees and after our conversation I'm even more convinced she's the perfect choice.
I go home and change into dry shoes, then take Mum's shopping to her and drop off a small gift to my niece whose 17th birthday it was last week; I'm giving her cash towards driving lessons but wanted her to have something she could unwrap. Mum has a few chores for me to do and I stay and chat for a bit; she's on good form but I find it disconcerting that she talks casually about "when this house is sold" which I know means after she's died.
Back home I decide to take the rare opportunity of a free run at the only bathroom with an actual bath; I soak in bubbles with a candle, listening to the radio news which is full of the chancellor's mini budget with a VAT cut for the hospitality industry, some initiatives to create employment opportunities including some in the green economy - and a half price meal deal for Monday to Wednesday during August which feels more like a Meerkat deal. In other news, the death rate in the United States has surpassed 3 million.
I wash and dry my hair which is lank and unruly after the rain, grab some leftovers for dinner then go to my computer to catch up on some admin. My friend messages me to ask me to let her know when I'm free to talk, which I guess is now. After a failed attempt at zoom on her phone she transfers to her laptop and we're chatting when hubby gets home. He wants me to help him unload the car; I'm surprised he's doing it tonight as we hardly use the cars and our son - whose stuff it is - will be home in two days to do it himself. This is clearly the wrong answer, and since I'm in my pyjamas by now he storms off to do it. At my suggestion he dumps everything in the hall and I sort through it and stow it in other places. There is a lot, and much of it is still in its packaging from when we bought it to set our son up at uni.
He's calmed down by the time I finish but he goes to catch up on work and sport in the living room and I retreat to my office to finish what I didn't get done before the call with my friend. Tonight I am grateful we have the room to give each other space.
I cobble together a lunch for them (leftover halloumi fajita filling mixed with leftover pizza sauce and mixed with pasta) and leftover veggie brunch items for me. Hubby has forgotten that I got a lasagne out of the freezer for him last night and had some soup. They leave around 1.15 and I follow shortly after for a walking meeting in the local park with somebody I hope will agree to take over as lead for the health theme of the climate change action plan. We walk randomly in intermittent rain and my feet get very soggy (bad shoe choice) but she agrees and after our conversation I'm even more convinced she's the perfect choice.
I go home and change into dry shoes, then take Mum's shopping to her and drop off a small gift to my niece whose 17th birthday it was last week; I'm giving her cash towards driving lessons but wanted her to have something she could unwrap. Mum has a few chores for me to do and I stay and chat for a bit; she's on good form but I find it disconcerting that she talks casually about "when this house is sold" which I know means after she's died.
Back home I decide to take the rare opportunity of a free run at the only bathroom with an actual bath; I soak in bubbles with a candle, listening to the radio news which is full of the chancellor's mini budget with a VAT cut for the hospitality industry, some initiatives to create employment opportunities including some in the green economy - and a half price meal deal for Monday to Wednesday during August which feels more like a Meerkat deal. In other news, the death rate in the United States has surpassed 3 million.
I wash and dry my hair which is lank and unruly after the rain, grab some leftovers for dinner then go to my computer to catch up on some admin. My friend messages me to ask me to let her know when I'm free to talk, which I guess is now. After a failed attempt at zoom on her phone she transfers to her laptop and we're chatting when hubby gets home. He wants me to help him unload the car; I'm surprised he's doing it tonight as we hardly use the cars and our son - whose stuff it is - will be home in two days to do it himself. This is clearly the wrong answer, and since I'm in my pyjamas by now he storms off to do it. At my suggestion he dumps everything in the hall and I sort through it and stow it in other places. There is a lot, and much of it is still in its packaging from when we bought it to set our son up at uni.
He's calmed down by the time I finish but he goes to catch up on work and sport in the living room and I retreat to my office to finish what I didn't get done before the call with my friend. Tonight I am grateful we have the room to give each other space.
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