Coronavirus diary week 19 - 26th July to 2nd August
Can this strange period really have been going on for so long? Sometimes I am so used to it I hardly register it as strange. I get up, I do my Spanish skype or zoom call three mornings a week. I run, I read, I garden, I do complicated crochet. I talk to our children on facetime or whatsapp. This week I have been cleaning the house ready for the visit of an estate agent this afternoon. In many ways it all feels entirely normal. And then I turn on the news and there is a further restriction in Greater Manchester and other parts of the North. I am so glad we took the opportunity to see our older son and his family in Manchester as soon as we could. We sat in the garden when we went, although we could have gone inside at that time. We stuck to our rules here in Wales and spent our time with them outside. Now at the moment two households are no longer allowed to meet inside or in a private garden so even spending time with them in the way we did a few weeks ago would not be allowed. Let us hope that things settle down and that limited contact with family and friends can resume. Again we thank goodness for technology without which we would feel totally isolated.
Our weeks have fallen into a pattern which feels oddly pleasing if I don't think too much about the reason for it! A Friday evening meet up outside in the garden with friends to eat fish and chips, have a glass of wine and set the world to rights scratches the sociability itch. The men spend much time amusing us with extended riffs on the theme of an anti-obesity strategy. Who would have thought that two such cheerful and friendly people harboured such deep seated prejudices? And will we ever know whether they mean it or not?
Most weeks we meet our locally living daughter and her family, again outside, and that regular contact with grandchildren makes life feel quite normal. This week our older daughter who lives in South Wales and her family will spend Friday with us on their way back home from a short holiday. I could almost persuade myself that life is pottering on just as usual. But we haven't yet gone to a pub, eaten a meal out, entertained friends at home or been entertained, never mind all the things in the wider world.
Maybe there is no wider world! I have never been so glad to live in a quiet and beautiful place. One day I will swim in the Mediterranean again, walk along a beach in the Outer Hebrides, take hours over lunch in a restaurant in the South of France. But not today.
What do you miss? And is that OK?