I’ve just had one of those dinners where at the end of it I put knife and fork down, looked at my empty plate, and thought, that was good. Simple, good food with fresh ingredients makes me happy. Well, I say fresh, but it did include frozen chips. Being happy, or at least not depressed, is a vital ingredient for surviving this weird time. You could probably say good food is a vital ingredient in surviving.
On the whole I think I am surviving fairly well. Walks mainly with Celia and always with my camera around the local area are a constant source of delight and interest. The weather is a huge help. Tomorrow it’s due to rain. Maybe I should have left renewing the car insurance until the morning. On the other hand that sheaf of papers has now been filed away, another task has ticked off the list. I read an article a few weeks ago about not having long to do lists. Have one or two tasks on post-it notes which you then keep as a record of what you have achieved. That last bit might not be great for me as I am not good at throwing things away, and I can imagine a scenario where over months my home could just be covered in yellow coloured squares. However I know that anxieties are bubbling away somewhere. I woke at half past three this morning feeling tremendously anxious and a bit unsafe, but I could not tell you why. It took quite a while to get back to relaxed, deep sleep. My carpal tunnel in my left hand didn’t help. You wouldn’t think numbness would be painful, but it is. Is there a link between carpal tunnel and anxiety, carpal tunnel and champagne? Might be interesting to find out.
I finished the jigsaw last night, so today I could dust and vacuum without fear of vacuuming up a piece.
There’s been a lot of talk about people tending their gardens, my friend in Lisburn has been sending me stunning photos of her plants. Fortunately some of this creativity has spilled into the streets. Look at this perfect little pink and white flower someone had planted by a tree in the street.
This is one of the joys of our walks, spotting plants, birds, details of buildings. There are some wonderful roses. Look at these, big, intricate, fragrant.
They were in a garden in Cancell Street (yes we went there again). Later we saw these lovelies in Kennington Park. Buds, they look like red roses, but as they open the yellow takes over. Gorgeous.
Earlier I nearly tripped over this little tabby sitting untroubled outside a shop.
Find the beauty in your days, it’ll help you survive.
Stay safe, and remember tomorrow at eleven to observe a minute’s silence for all our key workers who have died during this crisis.