Anyone would think we had a rave yesterday looking at the chaos in our kitchen. It’s like Miss Havisham’s table in Great Expectations minus the cobwebs. And there was just the 6 of us! Trying our best to social distance which we were doing very well in Toby’s newly designed space at the bottom of the garden until the heavens opened – really opened and we had to flee to the house with cat and dog and whatever we could carry food wise! Needless to say, social distancing became a little difficult as we huddled in the living room drenched sipping hot tea and trying to recover.
Toby did a fantastic job of recreating this space. I love it. And we still have to put up the hammock.
So today I had to go for a chest Xray at our local hospital. Usually I dread going as the waiting times are horrendous. You can expect to wait at least 3 hours before seeing a doctor. However, thanks to COVID19 it was an entirely different experience. There was no one there. Quite eerie really felt like I was an extra in the sci fi movie Contagion. But then this whole lock down is surreal. The plus side was being seen in 5 mins. Methinks this is definitely the time to get your non COVID19 medical needs met. See I have just found another positive to this virus.
Unheard of an empty waiting room at the local community hospital
Interestingly because none of us know if we have had this wretched virus, we could have lingering after effects. Which is why they are checking if my breathlessness is because I might have had COVID — I was really sick back at the end of February or just that my Bronchiectasis getting a bit worse. Whatever it would be good to be able to walk up the stairs without sounding like an old woman. The little gadget I bought to measure my oxygen levels has given me an alarming high heart rate when I climb the stairs, but it quickly reduces to a healthy 70 once I am rest. I guess I just need to stay at rest a bit more!
Presumably they will find nothing amiss with my lungs. If this is the case, then WHO HAS STOLEN ALL MY ENERGY? For the first time in my life I have so much time to do all the things that I never had time to do before and yet I am too tired to do anything. I can quite easily while away the day, having achieved very little, and run out of time to do even the daily chores.
“What dinner time already, but I have just had my morning porridge.”
So how is that possible? Come on clever people out there explain why I am forever still trying to catch up when there is nothing to catch up to?
Apparently, it has a lot to do with routine and despite all my spouting early on in this blog about the importance of routine – I don’t have one. Remember I said that Joan Bakewell the veteran BBC Arts journalist talked about the importance of having and keeping to a routine and she even put 1-hour daily reading into her routine. Well she is absolutely right, and I bet she isn’t lolling around like a beached whale. So much for my lists, my Pilates, my Bridge, my meditation, my French and Spanish courses, EFL as a foreign Language, creative writing – I failed. But all is not lost as from next Monday I am going to start a new routine. Yes, I know “Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today” but better to start after the weekend. Then I can break the routine at the weekend and enjoy some delayed gratification.
Note to Roma: Stop with all the talking and start walking the walk.
And just in case you have the odd £9,995 laying around and you don’t know what to do with it and you happen to be a football or tennis fan you can practise in lockdown using the AstroTurf “Pro” Rebo wall. Apparently, Andy Murray uses one for coaching. I am saving my money for hopefully this time next year a gentle meander around the Greek Isles. I might not be good at routines, but I am forever an optimist.
“Lets be careful out there”