In the time of the virus: day 81

A good day.

I like to make my  almost daily walk purposeful if it’s just a local one, and today was no exception.  To start off with I took myself off to our local shopping street where we are fortunate enough to have the only fishmonger in Bath.  Almost all their fish comes direct from Cornwall, and it’s really fresh and not badly priced.  I bought some mackerel fillets for tonight’s supper, which Malcolm is a dab hand at cooking (yes another pun) in the Jewish way – coated in egg and matzo meal and shallow fried.

It was disappointing to see that, so far at least, the promised removal of car parking on one side of the shopping street only extends half-way along, and the rest of the street is unaltered.  Still dominated by cars, no extra space for eg cafe tables or planters, and misses the opportunity to make it a truly attractive place to shop locally.

From there I walked on down to the river and then into town, mostly to see what it looks like now that more shops have opened and even more are preparing to open on Monday.  It was pleasant to be there, and not too crowded for comfort.  I’m looking forward to enjoying a visit to town one day when the novelty has worn off a bit and there are not too many people around.

I popped out to the allotment as the rain began, so I did what I needed to do and returned home to enjoy watching it from the dry inside.  More knitting, a podcast, and a little light admin.  We seem to have swapped drought for monsoon in the past couple of days.  At least my water butts will be filling nicely.

Aware that my lockdown granny squares crochet blanket won’t finish itself, I have been aiming to sew in the ends for one row of squares each day, mostly in the evenings.  It’s undemanding (boring, even) but fine to do while my mind is on something else.  Which this evening was the BBC’s Gardeners World.

Found and not found: while tidying the spare room I checked to see what was in one of the storage boxes and found a stack of my A level French and Spanish essays.  I had no idea I still had these.  It turns out I did indeed study L’école des Femmes at school.  I even wrote a rather intelligent essay about it.  Slightly worrying that I have next to no memory of it.  Sadly my pinking shears weren’t in the box.  I cannot find them here, or there.  I cannot find them anywhere.  As Dr Seuss never said.

And now it’s the weekend again.  We’ve got a virtual trip lined up for tomorrow, because we won’t be around on Sunday – we have a real-life trip to look forward to.

I hope you’re well and able to enjoy a break at the weekend.  See you tomorrow xx

About deborah @ the magic jug

Now I've passed 60 I'm still doing all sorts of things I haven't done before, as well as carrying on with the things I already love. I live a happy life with my long term love Malcolm. In my blog I explore local and low tech ideas, food, growing, making, reading, thinking, walking, and lots of other words ending in 'ing'.
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2 Responses to In the time of the virus: day 81

  1. I’m re-reading a book I first read in first year university, and it’s discouraging how little I remember of it! I also studied theatre and read loads of plays (although I was an academic and not an actor).

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