Just three more nights in Holloway and then I’m off back to Cardiff. So much has happened in these 11 weeks.
Was relieved to hear that the Welsh government is relaxing the rules for people who are shielding today. I haven’t been able to stick to them because of the situation, but it’s good to get official confirmation.
I had a great weekend while spending at least two to three hours per day gradually going through Mum and Dad’s house cleaning and sorting. Mum put Marie Kondo to shame with her piles of beautifully laundered, ironed, folded and stacked clothes. It was a real wrench to sort them out and put them in the garage ready for when the charity shops reopen.
On Saturday, I met Maggie at the canal for a walk. We went through Crich and around Crich stand (aka the war memorial).
The path then went through the Tramway Myseum and then past the amazing Duke of Devonshire’s quarry. Just like a natural cathedral, full of wild garlic.
Leon and Lily are back in London. They sent this pic of them on Highbury Fields (with all my “borrowed” camping gear). It’s as though lockdown never was.
On Sunday, Jon came over from Swadlincote with George, Emily’s hearing dog. I took him on a tour of all my old haunts. It was great, apart from Lottie disgracing herself by digging out out a baby animal (rabbit or stoat?) from its burrow and disappearing with it.
Jon showed me a great plant identification app, Candide. Today’s walk’s been slow progress as I’ve had to identify every wild flower I passed.
Richard arrived yesterday from Scotland and I assembled the new table to create Dad’s socially distanced outdoor entertainment area. It was great to have a family dinner: the New Normal in every sense as we adjust to life with the virus and without Mum.
2022 and all that 