So here we are again in lockdown, but it feels quite different to March. I remember being worried about the do not leave your house instruction last time since I have to go out for MasterB, to put out the rubbish, the recycling. This time we know a bit more, it’s more familiar. We are psychologically better prepared. There are no long queues outside shops, no scared looking people on the pavements. Is that a good thing? I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not.
I had a bit of a retro reaction knowing I was in lockdown. Time seemed to slow. I found it difficult to get through my to do list. Celia rescued me when she called while I was having lunch to say she was not making much progress with her chores either, and how about a walk. I didn’t need much persuading.
The day had started misty and grey, but as the sun rose it burned off the mist and revealed a beautiful sunny day. We set off for Vauxhall. I wanted to include some purchase of green vegetables in our outing. There’s a branch of Sainsbury’s at Vauxhall.
Also my chair was returned today by the London Upholsterers and to walk past the premises seemed an appropriate thing to do. The walk to Vauxhall was uneventful but uplifting. so many more businesses are open than in the first lockdown, so the streets were quiet but alive. the sun shone on Spring Gardens. The light at Vauxhall Cross was wonderfulThe bus station had a remembrance message.
At Sainsbury’s we separated, I to roam the fresh veg counter, Celia in search of bread, soup tins and kitchen roll. We have different priorities. Then we headed for Wilcox Road and the London Upholsterers. We saw a puppy. an adorable German Shepherd puppy, too young to know how to control her ears and with paws she needs to grow into. She was twelve weeks old, and I fell in love.
It was only after admiring Pesephone and having my hand licked that I looked at her handler, Beverley from the Upholsterers. How is Artemis coping with the puppy? I asked. so I was saddened to hear Artemis had died suddenly at the start of lockdown, from an undiagnosed abdominal tumour. Poor dog, poor Luke, the boss, who owned her. He must have been heart broken. I am glad he and the rest of the staff now have Persephone, and to learn from Beverley that the puppy is settling in well.
Also on Wilcox Road was a rather stylish post box. I hadn’t noticed it before but as seemed to have been repainted perhaps it was there the last time I walked down that street.
In a nearby street we were very taken by this planter.
It was a great walk. Then tonight we had socially distanced sparklers in our local streets. I can live with this lockdown.
Stay safe. Keep well.