I’m not sure how a week has passed since my last blog post, though actually it’s quite plausible as right now I’m in that space where I have no idea which day it is anyway. They are all sort of merging and there is little separating each day, each morning I wake up and mentally have to check which day it is, but I don’t think I’m alone. It’s been another week with few outings, in line with government guidance.
MOH has been out for a cycle most days, but my trips have been restricted to the garden (which I’m not counting as properly outside), the local supermarket (which is walkable), the greengrocers and the butchers. I may even branch out next week and go to the bakers as well. It’s interesting though as I thought he was more introverted than me, but it’s him that’s struggling the most.
I’m fine being home. Even work aside (and he has plenty of that too), I’ve plenty to keep me occupied. There’s the garden - though I save that for when he’s around to empty my trugs, and crafting, whether that’s crochet, lettering, or there’s cooking and of course the washing. He has household tasks too, in fact trying to stop him clean is a challenge, but yet he’s still ‘bored.’
He worked Saturday - and it wasn’t a short one, and so I was happy to amuse myself. We were both tired though by the time he finished close to midnight and so, what makes our ‘weekends’ are slow starts to our days. A lounging breakfast, which is almost brunch and plenty of tea and/or coffee.
Our new barbecue is up and running, with its inaugural burgers being cooked Friday evening. Our timing was off though, and the days not quite as long as suits us, so they were also mostly cooked by torchlight. And very nice they were too, I’m hoping it’ll get plenty more use over the next few months.
We’ve been gardening, and filling our green bins - but not over-filling them, as requested by the council. We’re composting what we can, which at this time of our gardening year, isn’t much. And finally, our camellia is flowering - it’s worth waiting for, and this year it looks as if it has plenty of blooms to come.
The other thing about this lockdown period is the amount of times our dishwasher is going on. Clearly we don’t eat three meals a day at home very often and we’re getting through our crockery! Actually I think I might have a post brewing about the lockdown and our experiences, but not quite what you think - look out for that.
Lunches are my nemesis though, much the same as non-lockdown days. Though I’m calling tinned fish a win. Up until now MOH has turned his nose up whenever this is suggested, but we’ve had tinned fish twice now, and both times his plate was clean.
Yesterday it was the turn of our ‘1967’ (a good year btw) sardines, which we brought back from Lisbon last summer. They were tasty, and gave the perfect opportunity to use my picnic plates for the first time. I do like a nice plate, MOH was less sure about the plates - maybe that’s why the fish got a smoother ride, who knows? But also, MOH didn’t even know we had these plates…
On Good Friday I was due to join an online class to learn rag rugging - and yes, I know I said I didn’t need to learn a new skill, seems rag rugging is the exception! - but the materials for the class hadn’t arrived. Of course, they arrived on Saturday, a day late, and so I’ll join the class this morning instead.
I’m looking forward to it, and have already realised there’s much more to it - and much more that you can do with it - than you’d think. I’ll let you know how I get on, but in the meantime, please do feel every sympathy for Elspeth, who has the tricky task of teaching me, and remotely at that.