I had been saying to my husband about how well we were coping after 3 weeks of isolation. Going out for a walk is really just a dander as his legs get painful from vascular disease. my feet get sore from neuropathy but we do whatever we can for about 45 minutes. Each day we make a point of getting some chores done that are not day to day stuff. And each day I try to make sure that dinner is very different from the day before to keep it interesting. Yesterday was pasta and meatballs in a tomato and basil sauce. Today was chicken thighs in a chassis sauce with mashed potatoes and sprouts. Tomorrow it's just BLT in a ciabatta roll. The following will be sausage, eggs and chips. I have to think ahead as most everything is frozen. We haven't had any harsh words, we never do. And isolation hasn't changed that (so far ?). I do knitting, sudoko, crosswords and read a lot as well as tv. Ds and I always have an on line scramble game on the go. Dh misses his bowls but is a square eyed tv watcher and can always find an old Liverpool match to watch.
Family keep in touch and will do anything for us.
We are comfortable and coping well.....
I spoke too soon....... Why tonight does it feel overwhelming. I feel nervous and afraid. What if something happened to our son and family on the other side of the world? Or the other one at the other side of the UK. 2 others live locally.
I have ongoing medical conditions all of which are in the vulnerable category and together with my age I'm pretty sure would put me second choice for a ventilator. It's not the thought of being ill that troubles me so much as never seeing some of my dc or dgc again before I go.
No idea why tonight is so different.
I'm an insomniac and get about 3 hours sleep each night. Had an MRI a month ago and got a further referral from neurologist to respiratory physician. Not a lot of chance in seeing respiratory in the foreseeable future.
All this is going through my head tonight, it's 2.30am and I'll probably get to bed for a couple of hours sleep about 8am. That's the usual pattern.
I know full well that I am better off than many, all the poor people fighting for their lives as I write this. People who are alone in their home.
It really was only as I went to bed earlier that this came over me. Dh was kidding and said....only another 9 weeks or so to go. And I thought.... it will be a lot longer than that.
Sorry I'm rambling here.
No doubt the cloud will have left me tomorrow and I'll feel ashamed of my thoughts tonight.
I will go now and see if I can get an Asda delivery slot.
Tomorrow is a new day.
To anyone else up and about tonight I hope you find sleep soon.
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