Back to Blogging

It's a whole year since my last post but there's plenty of time now for a bit of a catch up and a blog revival.  This morning I was supposed to be flying to Palma with my daughter for a short break.  But, like everyone else in practically the whole world, I am at home.

This morning is beautiful - peaceful, sunny and I have a pleasant day ahead: a dog walk, bit of gardening, a Zoom Zumba class and the promise a supermarket delivery to fill our empty fridge. We have our daughter home from university and we are all currently well.  I'm getting used to the new routine and finding ways to cope, but it is tempting to keep checking for online news updates. As no one needs to leave the house for work and we've all been in lockdown for now for over two weeks, apart from very occasional visits to the shop and the permitted daily walk maintaining social distance,  we shouldn't be passing coronavirus to each other.  But I am still a bit fearful.  Should I disinfect the packaging when the shopping arrives as some of my friends and family are doing?  And what about that day when we walked the dog on the canal towpath and were not able to keep two metres apart from passing joggers without falling in the water?

And what right have I to be so fearful when a neighbour and fellow dog walker, who is a nurse at the local hospital, is working long hours helping those who have the virus?  Along with other neighbours we clapped for the NHS on Thursday evening and she thanked us in a post on the neighbourhood  group Facebook page.  I found this little painted stone by our front gate and discovered it had been left there by a little girl who lives nearby. I think she's the granddaughter of our nurse neighbour. Turns out that several of us have been given painted stones.  Good to see the community coming together more, both in this street and the rest of the country.