under another sun

If anything feeling worse than I had done during the week -- the bagpipe lungs remain, but a new kind of tiredness now. However, Lorraine improving steadily. Joy, our next door neighbour, brought us some provisions, which was kind. I am feeling dismal, and ill -- conditions which bring out the Worst Possible Peter Kenny.   I wrote to Robin to say I wouldn't be recording anything for a while, still. She was a brick.  Lorraine busy doing things, as she recovers, and impatient to be out in the garden.  She is nurturing assorted seed sprouts which are packed with goodness of all kinds. Baking bread, which has now started escaping from the tins when left to prove. Give it a hundred years or so and it will be inventing its own tax system, and making its first tentative steps into manufacturing.

A day of just being at home. Obviously this entailed carrying bookcases up and down stairs, and using the trolley that Lorraine had bought to move things in and out of the workhouse (pronounced workahhhse) which is what we are calling the double garage at the end of the garden. With Lorraine's help, as I am impatient, sorted out a wifi extender so that my study gets the full benefit. Otherwise, I spent hours trying to sort things out in my study, too many books and not enough room for the bookcases as they are at the moment, even though the space is larger than my previous study. Happy doing this.  Spoke to Mum and gave her a virtual tour of the house, which she liked a lot. I would love her to see the place. I popped out to buy a few bits in Morrisons before we cooked. Lorraine busy all day in the other room sorting clothes out steadily -- plus doing magical temperature dependent things with sour dough mother culture, and ending the day baking bread and courgette bread in the same...

Bank holiday Monday... very hot too. I was feeling a bit unsettled, and spent the day doing Freelance work about coronavirus in kids. This I interspersed with trimming an ivy hedge, and after work watering the garden and  going with Lorraine down to the Sainsbury's local to collect some Argos stuff, over the counter.  I lurked about outside as you can only go in singly. A distanced queue outside. Young people cavorting about the place. The vile wormtongue Dominic Cummings in the news today, apparently immune to the sack and refusing to resign as Prime Minister's special adviser. Even some of the right wing press fulminating against him for breaking all the lockdown rules, driving up to Durham from London while he and his wife were infected, and going out for day trips and so on. Folks who were not allowed to visit dying relatives and so on, justifiably incensed. He gave an unapologetic press conference in a garden. It seems he is the real power in the land. When was the la...