Thought I hit publish on this yesterday, but evidently not.
Over the past few days I’ve realised that I’m struggling more with this lockdown than I did the first. Obviously because we’ve been in this for so long now, and while it seems that the end is in sight, it’s at the end of quite a long tunnel still to come.
We’ve been talking quite a bit about arrangements over the Christmas period, and I will confess that no matter what the ‘rules’ say is allowed, my instinct will be to continue to be very cautious. As many experts are saying, I’d rather we’re all around and well for many years to come than get together too close with too many people over Christmas and find it’s the last for some of us. It’s not just the people we personally physically meet, it’s also the people each of them has contact with.
This morning’s gloomy weather was the perfect spur to continue with the admin catch-up, and I feel pleased to have knocked several more backlog jobs off the to-do list (admin personal and farm; cleaning and tidying).
Then the weather changed completely, and I went for my walk. I walked into town to do some bits of shopping (I’ve been avoiding the shops on Saturdays, they’re busier then and I’m able to go during the week, so why not). I watched work continuing on the new foot and cycle bridge. I saw someone working on lettering on stone. Quite the contrast between new-new and old-new.
And now I must go to make the soup for tonight’s supper. See you tomorrow I hope xx
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