Care Package

If yesterday’s highlight was organising the online shopping today’s highlight is receiving the food, making up care packages and driving (yay I got out) to deliver the food to one coronavirus sick son (well he thinks it might be the virus but as there is no way of testing he isn’t sure). And another son who is luxuriating in an air b & b penthouse flat with his girl friend. No slumming it there. Make the most of it son because you will be back here isolating with mum in a month.

So the message is stay at home and limit social contact – well that’s not working. I drove to Highbury Corner in Islington (trendy area for those unfamiliar with London) down the Archway Road to deliver my care package and it was buzzing with people clearly the message is not being taken seriously. So what is it going to take for people to realise that this is serious?

Apparently one way to do this is by example and if we see other people isolating themselves, we will then start to think that we should be doing it too, and start thinking less well of people who aren’t following the same approach. Well yes I do feel less well of all those people milling around on the Archway Road.

Although I promised myself that I wouldn’t watch tv until after 6pm I lapsed a bit today and sat down with a cuppa and discovered daytime tv. OMG Have you any idea what is out there? Love After Lock Up, 90 Day Fiance before the 90 days, Sister Wives, Curly Bride Boutique, Unexpected – “I am expecting my second baby and I am only 18” – My Big Fat Fab Life and Toddlers and Tiaras to name but just a few. I don’t know if any of you are familiar with the Toddlers and Tiaras but I became transfixed. Here are a bunch of 2 and 4 year olds competing in beauty pageants. One mum explains why she is taking her 2 year old for a spray tan; “I think the paler toddlers get judged lower.” Another mum who was trying to fix false eye lashes on her screaming 3 year old said, “normally she just loves all the make up.” Must be her time of the month – oops can’t be that she is only 3!

Yesterday I wrote about my new virtual norm and today I read about a new trend of virtual barmitzvas. https://www.bloomberg.com/news/videos/2020-03-19/teen-holds-virtual-bar-mitzvah-video – I don’t know why I didn’t think of this – it could have saved me thousands of pounds and a lot of hassle.

As I have never blogged before I am just getting to grips with the technolgy so please excuse any formatting or editing faux pas.

Please do send me your stories of what you are doing in this new norm way of life.

Home Alone

The dog is looking at me in a strange way. “Something funny is going on,” she says. Well she doesn’t say but that is what her face tells me. “Where are all the people,” and “Why is Roma cleaning the house.” Now I would hate you to think that I was a dirty little minx — whatever that is — but I do tend to put housework near the bottom of my agenda. That is until now – and by midday today I had already done 2 washes of bed linen (from the boys who vacated a few days ago) vacuumed the house, washed the floor, walked the dog, completed an online Pilates session, and put in an online food order.

Actually, the food order was by far the highlight of the day. Working out what I wanted to eat – for one – and checking cake recipes for ingredients. Sadly, Tesco doesn’t have any yeast, so it is going to have to be Soda Bread. Note to self: You have no money to buy any more clothes so lay off the sugar.

Any takers for a virtual Bake Off? I am already in a virtual bridge game, a virtual book club and virtual scrabble. I might just become so virtual that by June I won’t be able to return to the real world. Shades of The Truman Show. I have always had a sneaky suspicion that maybe we are just one big Truman Show and none of this is real. Backed up by an article I saw about a technology company who was making virtual reality products and planning for a time when actual life and virtual reality are indistinguishable. Which of course, depending on how long we need to isolate, just might be the new norm.

So we are no longer a time poor nation. I remember reading a poll of 2000 people which said that almost three quarters wished they had more time to relax, 54% said they needed more time in the day with the average adult saying they needed an extra 3 hours a day to get everything done. Would be interesting to see how these people used their leisure time post coronavirus. I also yearned for more time when I was juggling children, work and parents. I used to recite the poem Leisure by William Henry Davies, and long to be able to ‘stare as long as sheep or cows’. So be careful what you wish for!

There is a silver lining to all this though: Trump is about to combustulate (not sure if that is a word – or just a malapropism) and hopefully the Americans will realise that he really is just full of hot air. Greeta Thunberg has finally got what she wants. And there is some great humour going around.

Quarantine-Coronavirus-Jokes

Please do send me your comments and tell me what you are doing to keep yourself amused/busy/stimulated.

Home Alone

Baptism by Fire

 

Hi and welcome to my very first ever blog. Well a girl has to do something when she is in self-isolation for 3 months!!! I am in my sixties – and have never felt old until the government started to bandy around the term ‘elderly’ and ‘at risk’. I have 3 grown up sons and was married to an American for 35 years before he sadly died 18 months ago from a Glioblastoma. And am now Home Alone for the very first time in my life. And it really does feel like Baptism by Fire

The Dalai Lama advises everybody to spend a little time alone each day. Time to reflect and chase away the negative thoughts such as anger, resentment, jealousy, and tiredness. Try to replace those with positive emotions such as optimism, gratitude, love, and peace.

So, I am trying, and I emphasise ‘trying’ to internalise these wise words as
I begin my coronavirus self-isolation.  But I am struggling, and it is just Day 1.  I have never lived on my own.  I know that’s a bit sad.  Travelled extensively on my own yes but never actually lived entirely on my own – until now.
Until yesterday two of my sons and girl friend were living with me but
they have vacated the home because I am considered at risk from Coronavirus; I
have Bronchiectasis.

And suddenly this large 6-bedroom house which is usually bustling with noise
is suddenly very very quiet and it is just me and my dog and my cat.  And the government is saying that I need to do this for 3 months!!! WTF I will go stir crazy. Get a grip – I am a big girl I can do this, can’t I? Note to myself – routine. Do not start watching Netflix until at least 6 pm.  

But how will I cope if I encounter a spider, or the cat brings in a mouse, or
rat or half dead bird. If I need something from the attic, or a fuse goes, or
the heating stops working.  Bloody hell I sound a complete wuss – what happened to the intrepid Roma, the one who hitchhiked across Europe aged 18 on her own, who braved the swamps of the Okavango, who
drove from the east to the west coast of America through the blizzards of Nebraska, escaped from a Moonie commune in San Francisco, worked with very disturbed boys in  California, got mugged in South Africa during the Soweto  uprising to name just a few adventures. And survived relatively unscathed.  So yes, it is really time to be a big girl.

So, this is a somewhat self-indulgent blog which is to help me get through the next 3 months and out the other side mentally intact and disease free. This is the next big challenge in my life. And I know I am not alone – there are millions of you across the universe doing exactly the same thing so please do send me your stories, advice, books to read and films to watch. They will all be very much appreciated