Better weather again today. Makes a real difference to the lockdown mood. Just been chatting to Cammy, who’s locked down in Teddington. She has to put up with a housemate and he’s getting on her nerves.
I feel thankful to be in my cottage, alone with my safe germs and free to be as grumpy as I like.
While I was on the phone, another dog walker with two black labs recognised me. It was Sarah Bartlett. I think we went to primary school together. If it’s the same family, her brother Martin used to throw snowballs at me. I was amazed she’d managed to recognise me after more than 50 years!
Yesterday, Italian friends were sharing photos of the Spanish flu pandemic in Italy about 100 years ago. Everyone was out and about in the streets and boarding trams together, but wearing masks.
I finally got to speak to a more forthcoming nurse on Mum’s ward today. She explained that mum had been moved to a side ward last week because another patient had tested positive for Covid-19. Mum and the other patients were also tested as a precaution and they came back negative so she’s back in the main ward today.
Nicky the nice nurse said Mum’s blood sugars are still a bit high, but she’s eating, moving around and enjoys chatting to another patient on the ward. Nicky said Mum had just told her off for asking if she wanted the telly on: “Most certainly not!”. It was great to hear she’s her usual determined self. Tomorrow the doctors will be doing their rounds and I might get more news.
2022 and all that 