I have been retired for thirty-seven years, so long in fact that I have almost forgotten what it is like to actually go to work. I took early retirement at fifty because my then husband was ten years older than me and was retiring from the Civil Service at sixty. It was good that I did because we had six good years together before he died. But for me the week still begins on a Monday morning - a new beginning. The new beginning this week is much like last week - cloudy, windy and not all that warm. Joggers, runners, dog-walkers and the like pass my bungalow as the morning goes on and they are all in shorts and shirt sleeves. I had my walk round with my anorak on and I can't say I was too warm.
Did anyone else watch the amazing Kanneh-Masons - a family where all seven of the children are brilliant musicians(the oldest, Sheku, played at Harry and Meghan's wedding). They were all holed up together in Nottingham for lockdown together with Sheku's room mate who came from Brazil and (for obvious reasons) had no wish to go back and spend lockdown there. It was a one-hour uplifting programme, lovely, good natured children - they played in their street on NHS Clapping night giving their neighbours a concert. Bechstein have even lent them two grand pianos for lockdown. It just made me realise how lockdown has changed so many of us in so many ways.
Percy and I have had a stroll round the estate in quite a sharp wind. We didn#t see a soul. Now it is almost tea time- cheese and pickle sandwich with a beetroot salad, followed by a banana. I always have my main meal at lunch time - mainly because I am too lazy at tea time to cook a proper meal. Today I had for my lunch what I would call a 'wash day' lunch - the kind of thing my mother would cook in the middle of doing the washing the hard way. Cold meat left from yesterday, friend potatoes (mash fried so that there was a nice crispy bottom to them) and a mix of broccoli, cauli, carrots and peas also left from yesterday and heated in the microwave. I had some Branston Pickle with my lunch - my mother would have had home made green tomato chutney - and my mouth waters at the very thought of it. No comparison.
Until tomorrow. Off to watch The Repair Shop.