Fairly late on Sunday evening - well half past eight so late for me at the moment- and , after various forays around the house with various walking aids, I have finally managed to sit at my computer before going to bed. I can report that at present bed is bliss - by far my most enjoyable part of the twenty four hours.
It has been another grey day - 'the dark days before Christmas' my mother always called them - the sun did try to break through once but took a look at the fog and low cloud and popped back in again.
Two carers - one morning and one evening for an hour - two long phone calls - a niece and a friend - a phone call from my son a while ago and that has been it today. And with our Covid restrictions I suspect I have seen, and spoken to, more folk than most today.
More and more people seem to be joining those who say it is silly to have these lockdowns and then open up for Christmas. Are we really so childish that we can't manage without it for one year - and how magical we can make our Christmas for our own family - our own children - if we are not charging up the motorway to some far off place, taking our germs with us. Just imagine a real childrens' Christmas -it wouldn't be the end of the world, would it?
I have just watched a lovely programme on BBC Four about a journey in a punt up the River Trent from its source until it is no longer safe and from there on a larger craft. My brain must be getting back into gear because I was able to watch it from start to finish and really enjoy it.
Until tomorrow my friends.....