Mum is OK. It’s proving difficult to wean her off oxygen and she’s a bit drowsy. But she sent her love to Dad and me and gave the nurse a thumbs up when asked how she was. She isn’t quite well enough to come home.
Despite his croaky voice, Dad had a better night’s sleep and the catarrh is starting to loosen in his chest. He’s surviving on max strength Lemsip. He phoned the GP surgery and was told there was no point in him talking to the doctor, given his lack of other more alarming symptoms. The GP surgery said that all decisions about their care will be taken by the hospital as and when necessary.
The weather’s not so nice but I’ve been walking loads. I’m able to stay well away from anyone else in the countryside. I go out twice, once for my permitted “daily exercise” with the dog and again to use my “helping the vulnerable” allowance in the early evening when I walk Chloe too. I hope we don’t get locked in more severely…
Lottie’s been doing yoga to keep in shape. This is her version of Downward Dog.
Haven’t done any on-line exercises yet, but there’s an amazing round-up of things to do in lockdown, especially for kids.
I’ll be spending my day working. I’m piggybacking off next door’s broadband while waiting for a router to replace the faulty one in the holiday cottage. I’m translating (from Italian into English) a summary of product characteristics (SPC) and package leaflet for chloroquine, a long-standing antimalarial drug now being used to treat covid-related pneumonia.
The portable second monitor I ordered to work more easily from my holiday cottage is too state-of-the-art (it has a USB-C port) to work with the Thunderbolt port on my MacBook Air. So I’m going to send it back and have ordered a refurbished iPad to work as my second screen instead. Haven’t had an iPad for ages so am looking forward to getting that tomorrow
I pass some beautiful houses on my walk. This is one of them, compete with lily pond.
2022 and all that 