Day 8 This time last week….

So far, so good; no aches pain or fever. I have been home a week now, and not yet, have I become bored. The days fly by, partly because I sleep like a teenager and get up when I like! Actually, today is slightly different, I was awake just before 7 am, but lay in until “something past eight.”

My plan for today was to spruce up the kitchen which I carried out late this afternoon, and thankfully, downstairs is much more organised now. I was in touch with my sister, Mary, and brother-in-law Bob, husband2 of my late sister Helene, and still living in Wood Green.

I am beginning to question the wisdom of writing every day. I didn’t go out at all today. Two NHS front line nurses, both in their thirties, and each with three children, succumbed to the evil virus. The message on various TV programmes, was rammed home, “stay at home, protect the NHS, save lives” This really needs stopping in its numerous tracks. Record deaths were announced in the 24 hours leading to the broadcast from Downing Street. I am now coming to terms with the level of seriousness of this pandemic; I had done several weeks ago, but had difficulty “taking it on board.” I confessed to my sister that I was feeling very uncomfortable with the situation. She replied “you and everybody else throughout the world!” “Of course!” I thought to myself.

Once again, it is fast approaching 01.00 hrs; the days go so quickly. Therefore it’s goodnight from me. As with all these blogs, I include illustrations from my recent travels; these my be of some interest…they are to me!