Blogging from Bridport - Day 18
Todays cast:
Me
'The undertaker' (husband)
Today did not start well. Waking to a cracking headache I simply wanted my head to continue being cradled by a warm feather filled pillow.
'The undertaker' was not terribly helpful until he realised I was feeling so rough I didn't drink my morning cuppa. 'Do you think it was anything to do with an evening wearing a psychedelic dress'? he suggested. It had all started so swimmingly. I had floated serenely down the stairs barefoot. 'Very Sandie Shaw' he said approvingly which is a notch or two above Nana Mouskouri. Not wishing to be excluded from the '70's at home party rave he soon reappeared in a black polo neck and a pair of slightly flared trousers. 'Very Johnnie Mathis' I sniggered. He looked affronted, 'ok then Roger Moore' I said. He still looked aggrieved. 'Daniel Craig it is then' I relented. He brightened considerably.
I think I could convert to kaftans quite easily as when I finally emerged today, I popped it back on. To be utterly honest it wasn't the nibbling of chocolate curled up on the sofa that gave me a headache. Anxiety is rife amongst us all even though we may not realise it. Actions now speak louder than words. How you behave today will be remembered tomorrow. No-body is exempt from this evil virus. No wonder we're all silently suffering from worry.
'The undertaker' has to do another trip to Bournemouth Hospital. I do think he could have taken off the black polo neck seeing as he was driving a 'golden oldie' complete with a face mask and huge dark glasses. Apparently he did get some odd looks. When he returned home he made a palm cross from our very own palm tree for Palm Sunday. He was mildly irritated to find that I had polished off the Tyrell's sea salt and black pepper crisps but this was ameliorated by my throwing together a delicious chicken casserole in the slow cooker. I proudly sellotaped our cross up in the window and hoped at least someone would know the significance.
The news that Lord Bath has died pops up in my news feed bringing to the fore a little story from my repertoire of life lived a terribly long time ago. 'Gosh' says 'The undertaker' that's a corker of a tale'. These are the benefits of suddenly living in confinement with another person whom you've only just relatively recently met in your life. You have a captive audience to bore daily who can't contradict your yarn however far fetched!
We're all set for tonight's historical speech from Her Majesty the Queen. The sofa cushions have been plumped up, the fire laid ready for lighting, chocolate purchased, the wine uncorked. A few remaining woodlice litter the carpet but this is unimportant. Its going to be a moment in time we shall never forget. This period in the year 2020 is one which will stay imprinted on our memories for years to come.
Now is not the time for complacency. Now is the time to simply follow guidelines. I have friends/family who work on the front line who are risking their health to help ease the pain of you having to stay safely at home and sit on your sofa.
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