Incredible things are happening in these strange times. Today the Nightingale Hospital in London was opened, creating space for 4,000 beds for those with Coronavirus. London’s ExCel exhibition centre has been converted into this hospital by 160 contractors and 200 army engineers in just 9 days! Absolutely astounding!
Follow this link for a 37 second long time-lapse video of this miraculous construction, and to see the proof pf what can be achieved when people band together for a common cause : https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/av/uk-52112652/coronavirus-transforming-london-s-excel-centre-into-nightingale-hospital
Day 10:
Today, here we are in double figures for isolation days. Up at 9:30am, then tea and breakfast. But at 10:30am we were video calling my grandparents to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to my Grandad. Now, I don’t know how many of you have tried this with your technophobe senior family members, but as you can imagine it was a short call. One where we spent most of the time looking at the blank wall between my grandparents. Very funny! My Grandma did message later on to thank us, as my Grandad had enjoyed it immensely. I guess there’s no limits to a good time in light of the current situation.
After all the excitement was over, Mum took Buddy for a stroll whilst I had a pole session. Once I was warmed up and had failed miserably at my core exercises as usual, I started on the limited moves I had remembered with some help from poles on YouTube. However, poling at home alone when you’re not quite sure what you are doing is kind of boring, so I have decided to try and put together a routine. Don’t be fooled, this sounds way easier than it actually is and I have a huge new found respect for my pole instructors, past and present.
When I had finished Mum popped Buddy back before heading to M&S for a few supplies. Whilst she was gone I did some dishes and dusted through. Then I headed for the shower before we had some cheese on toast for lunch.
We then spent a couple of hours watching television before heading out for our evening walk at the slightly earlier time of 4:15pm. Today we headed to Daubuz Moor again, but this time we ventured the whole way along the path and did the entire route. It was much busier at this time of day, perhaps most people go before they have their dinner, but again everyone kept well distanced and respected each others space. Buddy played in the river, this time chasing stones we threw for him, dunking his face right under the water to retrieve them. Then we walked home in the late afternoon sunshine with a very bedraggled looking terrier.
Dinner time, I’m finding cooking and eating at home every night really wearing. Back when life was normal, I would be out for tea at least once or twice a week, as would Mum. Every evening I am finding it increasingly difficult to decide what I even want to eat. I just want to go out and sit in a restaurant and choose some delicious that someone else will cook for me and someone else will clean up after me. I feel like we have exhausted every option for every meal, but then inspiration struck. Some off you will know that as of last week I should have been travelling through India and Nepal for 2 weeks, so what else to cook but a banging Balti curry!
The evening was then passed watching some more television and writing this piece and my latest book review (which you can read by clicking on the link in the references below). Today was one of the good days.
References:
TV - The Magicians S04
Book Review - The Jetsetters by Amanda Eyre Ward
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