I have had a busy day doing nothing today. In order to understand how I can do that you have to imagine how difficult it is for me to walk. When the door bell rings I first of all have to get up from wherever I am sitting - for this I need my stick. Then I have to walk to the front door and often by the time I get there whoever rang the bell is at the bottom of the drive having decided I am not in. This morning I had four different rings of the doorbell.
First came L, the lady who kindly does dribs and drabs of shopping for me between Tesco orders. This is usually fruit and fresh veg and all needs washing in soapy water and rinsing - and this entails standing at the sink. Then it needs putting away - today grapes, bananas and tomatoes. The rest needed a wipe and putting into the fridge.
Then came a book a dear friend had ordered as a gift for me. It is a delight - a poetry book which The Times describes as 'A collection of favourite half-remembered lines and phrases from school days'. I am looking forward to having a real dib into it after tea tonight - there is enough to keep our Poetry Group going for years and every single one will be remembered by all of us from days past.
Then came a pair of shoes I had ordered (I do not find it easy to get shoes which I find easy to walk in these days). After trying them on, deciding to keep them and disposing of all the packaging it was time to get my lunch and hardly had I finished that when the window cleaner came and I had to get up to put his money on the doorstep (observing social distancing).
Then round the block with Percy - didn't feel like it but the sun is shining and I need the fresh air. Back home it is now four in the afternoon - so what have I done? Nothing at all really but am pretty weary and ready for a cup of tea - so goodbye until tomorrow. Take care.