I haven’t decided yet whether I will continue this on a daily basis. I feel that day to day life in isolation might become as monotonous to read as it is to live. Although my day today was again lovely and relaxing, it might prove somewhat tedious on a never-ending loop of sunshine and chill.
New updates from the government today have given a little hope to our household at least, there will now be an 80% wage for self-employed people too. This has now made life possibly a little more bearable knowing my mum will be supported during this time…although not until June they are predicting.
So, without further ado here is my…
Day 2:
The morning started off slightly later, I woke at 9:15am, but then continued in a similar fashion to yesterday. Straight out into the garden to make the most of the glorious weather and post my piece from Day 1. This is when things started to go wrong in quick succession.
Firstly, I managed to delete over half of my blog post, hence why I am now writing a day behind. I then spent too long unproductively trying to get it back, to no avail.
Secondly, in my dismay I decided to put my laptop aside and make some lunch, forgetting that I had a full can of Pepsi on the arm of my chair. At this point I should probably mention that I was sat in a rocking chair. As I I gently tipped forward to deposit my laptop on the table, I watched in slow motion as the open can slid from the arm, landed upright with a crash on the decking and began to explode forth plumes of foam. The scene was slightly reminiscent of many misspent nights in clubs from my teenage years when it was hilarious to tap peoples drinks bottles and watch their drink spray, forcing them to chug the expanding liquid or be soaked with sticky alchopop. Not so funny when you’re trying to eke out your carbonated drink rations during quarantine.
Thirdly, with sticky feet and a heavy heart I headed into the house to make a roll. Cutting into the fresh baguette I could almost forget that the start of the day had not brought me much joy so far. Until a timely reminder arrived in the form of a ring top tuna can. After cockily telling my mum I didn’t need a tin opener I had bought ring pull, the pull proceeded to come off in my hand leaving the lid firmly in place. Looking over sheepishly, I took the proffered opener from my mum and began to try and manually gain access to my lunch. But lo and behold the lid was too sunken for my equipment to catch on and cut through. Safe to say this went on for some time, and in the end I won with the help of a spoon and brute strength. I have to say, it was probably the most well earned sandwich of my life.
As they say, it comes in threes, and I now felt safe that I could continue my day without further incident. Back out in the garden I sat to re-write my blog for Day 1, trying to conjure up the wit and sarcasm I had proudly crafted the night before…and failing miserably. Sometimes it’s hard to be funny once, let alone trying a second time. But thankfully by 4:30pm I was happy enough. It was written, posted and live on the site.
After a quick refresh in the shower it was time to head out for our daily exercise with the pooch. Now, for a lot of people in Cornwall walking out their front door and finding somewhere pleasant to walk is fairly easy. There’s beaches and woods galore. However, when you live in the city centre of Truro this is not so effortlessly achieved. It takes a good while and a long way to walk to find anywhere remotely scenic, but the biggest bug bare is that my dog loves to run. Buddy has had the good fortune to be on a beach, off the lead with the wind in his…ears every weekend for his 5 years on earth. Having to confine him to a lead and street walking is heartbreaking, so we are trying to make it as fun as possible.
There are two types of walking for dogs, physical and mental. Physical walks are the ones when they can endlessly run, enjoy their freedom and really exhaust themselves. Mental walks are new places with lots of smells offering stimulation. So, although I do feel sad he’s not bounding along in the lapping waves, chasing birds who dare to land in his path and sniffing lots of doggy bottoms, I am glad that he is getting something out of our evening trips, as are we. Each time we discover a new route or a different view overlooking the towering cathedral it is widening our own city to us.
Upon our return we cooked and ate dinner, and sat chatting for a little while. At 8pm it was time to go out into the garden and join in with our neighbours clapping and cheering for all the NHS staff and care workers who are carrying on in this crazy new world. I had half expected nobody to be partaking on our street, but was happily surprised to find there were a few others hanging out of windows or in their gardens. My faith in Truro had been restored!
I ended my day by watching a film, one I had seen plenty of times before so that I could mainly concentrate on writing a book review at the same time, whilst simultaneously getting thrashed by my friend Hannah on Scrabble Go.
After a less than ideal start, another lovely day in isolation was complete and I looked forward to what tomorrow would bring.
References:
Film - The Duff (Netflix)
Book - Queen Bee by Jane Fallon
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