The blue skies are back, not a cloud in the sky. I needed to sort out money; to check that I had enough in my PayPal account to cover the cost of MasterB’s tins of Applaws I was reordering, to look at the state of my current account and see if I needed to transfer some of my savings so as not to dip into the red. What i didn’t do was check the dates of direct debits and standing orders so I shall do that tomorrow. I am doing bits of shopping for three households, using my debit card. I have never had so many receipts in my life. Keeping a tally is alright so long as I do it daily, but with Celia I managed to get a bit lost, and it’s been worrying me. So I sat down with all the receipts the morning and worked out what I had spent on each household’s behalf. Two have paid money into my account so are in credit, that needs attention too. It was all sorted out much more quickly and easily than I had been expecting, but I have a new respect for businesses who allow customers to run up accounts.
I broke up the Palace of Westminster jigsaw. I found the sky the hardest part, but Charlie said he had struggled most with the building. Of course I did have feline help completing it. There’s another jigsaw waiting, I may start it tomorrow. During lockdown I have had a jigsaw on the go almost constantly. It’s therapeutic.
Walking is also therapeutic. It’s quite easy to rack up 10k steps doing shopping and making deliveries, but that’s different to walking and looking. Michèle had said she thought Sophocles, a Greek bakery and grocer’s at Camberwell, had closed down. I thought I had seen it open a few weeks ago. Thus Camberwell became the goal on this afternoon’s walk. I was with Celia. We have resumed our socially distant walks. We looped through to Camberwell New Road, over and into Myatts Fields.There were quite a few people in the park, but all observing the rules. One father was leading his children through a demanding exercise class. I imagine the aim was to get that as tired as possible. Then on through side streets to Loughborough Junction, over Coldharbour Lane, up Cambria Road and through the streets of pretty houses to the western entrance to Ruskin Park. If it hadn’t been for the closed paddling pool, the taped off benches, the signs telling us to keep two metres apart, it could have been a regular sunny Sunday afternoon. Families, couples, individuals, dogs with their owners, all enjoying the spring day. Of the three large parks in easy walking distance of home, Ruskin Park is my favourite. Continue reading