Most of us won’t have a garden on this scale in which to meet up with those we’ve been missing the most. Most of us have access to something though – whether it be attached to our own or another’s house or courtesy of the local council.
My social feeds were full of wonderful weekend meet-ups. It’s really moving to see tiny grandchildren being brought along for perhaps the first in reality glimpse, by grandparents.
DH frustrated by the council’s re-cycling website which tells him there are no dwellings registered for our postcode. It’s a street and there might be about 50, but heh, we’ll get there.
I’m frustrated by the jigsaw which has too many pieces in the same colour or with the same or similar pattern.
Signs of returning to normal? Certainly, but it’s not, is it? Bethany Christian Trust are continuing to provide care to the homeless. Donations are always welcome. Here
Talking on the phone last night to an elderly and vulnerable friend, she said she’d had a shock. This had come in the form of a telephone call from a medical professional she has regular dealings with. The gist being my friend is expected to Not Go Beyond her Garden for another ten and a half weeks.
That clatter in my head was the penny dropping when I realised exactly what all of this isolation really means for those vulnerable people living alone. Many of them won’t have gardens and some may not have approachable neighbours.
In the half-full world, a lot of neighbours have been making themselves more approachable.
Yesterday saw some writing, shopping, washing and the FIRST SCRABBLE GAME.
He won. What can I say? He got the Q, Z and J and was often able to use two blanks…
There was also some lovely news from a long-term friend and the book group is looking at Zoom.
Catherine Czercawska wrote a moving and heartfelt tribute to radio producer Hamish Wilson who died last week and you can find it on her blog here
Annis Wychwood continues to delight.