The Ups and Downs of Week 9

I don't know about you, but for me it's been a weird one this week. Week 9. There's something about it. Whether it's the fact that we have now surpassed two months in isolation and that was a doable amount, but anything more is just too much, or whether it's the hot weather and not really being able to go anywhere - unless you have a car, which we don't. But there's definitely a lethargy in the air, which could also be something to do with this heat wave we're having, which is keeping me awake at night. but this has definitely been a week full of ups and downs. Here are some of them:

Friday Night:

 

Getting all dressed up for cheese and wine night, which then culminated in the completion of our second lockdown puzzle. Fancy puzzling while tipsy, it could become the new craze.

Saturday:
We decided to take a different walk on the Greenway from Plaistow to Stratford while it was a nice day, only to be greeted with signs warning of cyclists being attacked at knife point, and to be alert. Now we had to be alert for Covid and crazy psychos. Hmm. But we saw some interesting sights including this collection of shopping trolleys and the beautiful Abbey Mills Pumping Station, and we survived without a knife attack, so, all in all, it was a good day:

 





Sunday: A bit of a can't be bothered day, on the couch watching stuff, but then the evening brought us a great high of the week, watching our first Zoom concert beamed from Canada, with one of our favourite singer songwriters: Sarah Slean. http://sarahslean.com/ We managed to join my laptop to the projector and so this happened:

  Best £7 we ever spent.

Monday: Admin and paperwork day, as well as teaching. Trying to get my head around what happens after the schools and nurseries reopen... But the roses were in bloom in the garden, so, at least there's that...

Tuesday: First run since before lockdown, a glorious thing and a glorious day. 21 degree heat and a very unfit me equals 2 days of recovery for my aging knees and legs. However, it wasn't too slow and at the time I was running it felt good, it was just afterwards when my body broke. At least I had a video call with my friend to ease the aches, and we had a good giggle. 

Wednesday: Aftermath of the run, including clicking hips and ankles, sore knees and thighs, and a house with two flights of stairs, plus 6 music classes to teach. Couple this with a major breakdown when I realised most of the nurseries are reopening and I could potentially lose 80% of my business in the next two weeks, and would therefore be largely unemployed, and I wasn't in a good state. But then A dragged me out for a walk before dinner and these clouds were in the sky:

Unfortunately our relaxing walk turned into a power walk, as we underestimated how much longer it takes to walk around the park rather than through it and I had a toad in the hole in the oven.







Thursday: Chandelier penis shadows. I mean, they're well ornamented, that can't be comfortable.

And that brings us to today. Not sure I can give a high or low yet, it's quite early, but having taught my two morning classes, I only have one afternoon class to teach and then I'm done for the week, which is always a nice feeling. Plus the last class I teach on a Friday is 2 sisters and their cousin, and parents, and then the Grandma also joins us from the Isle of Man, so she can see her Grandchildren. It's lovely. 

I hope your week had more highs than lows and the Bank Holiday weekend is a good one. Keep social distancing and stay safe.

Rants out. 

2 Months in...

It's Friday again, if you can believe it. I've just finished my final online music class of the week and I always feel a certain amount of relief, when I can take the headphones off and know that I'm done for the week.

It's been two months in lockdown and this week, as a slight break from the dullness of Quarantine Stories, I thought it would be fun to talk about those little highlights of your week, or things that you do to add excitement, to an otherwise shut-in existence. These are just a few of the things I've been doing to try and stay sane.

1. Fancy dress? It's an option. It certainly kept me and some of the children I teach entertained this week. I dressed as a ladybird for some of my Wednesday and Thursday classes, and most of the children dressed up too. What I do find hilarious is how seriously the children get into character. If you even attempt to call them by their own name, and not their character's, you get yourself some serious stink eye, tantrums and attitude. "My name is not ......, it's Gecko." I wouldn't have minded, but this kid wasn't even dressed up. It's a bit easier to keep track when you're wearing the costume, dude. Just saying. 
2. Have something to look forward to. It doesn't have to be something huge, I mean, how could it be, we're not allowed to leave the house, unless we have to, or unless we want to, but we shouldn't, but as long as we are being alert, then that invisible germ won't catch us. Hmmm. Anyhow, what I'm saying is, having something small to look forward to, whether it be a video chat with a friend, opening that nice wine you've been saving, or treating yourself to a new release film to rent, it can keep you going when things get tough, and can be really fun. Tonight, for instance, we will be getting all dressed up and having a cheese and wine night, as A decided to get a cheese delivery - as you do - and he's also just finished a huge assignment for his course, and this was his way of getting through the week. I may be limited in which dress I can wear, due to the lockdown diet, but we are going to treat it as an occasion and I may even wear some makeup. 
3. Find something to binge or re-watch. Finding a series that you can binge, can be a really therapeutic event - depending on what series you're watching, of course. And I'm sure Series 6 of Schitts Creek will soon be devoured. I'm finding I'm in the mood for re-watching stuff at the moment, and when else would you find the time? (I do realise lots of you have a fuller schedule than myself, but I hope you can find a little slice of time here and there to treat yourself to an episode of something you love or loved.) I have been revisiting some stuff I watched as a kid and teen, and it's lovely, looking back to a simpler time, a time without covid and social media, a time when all I had to worry about was school and practising the flute. I've been watching Round the Twist, Friday Night Lights and The OC. So there's a crazy family who live in a lighthouse, American high school football drama and flip phones and Oasis covers, in the sun of California. Yes!
4. Writing letters. Come on, let's admit it, we all love to receive post when it's not a bill or bank statement - although, really, you should have gone paperless by now. I had a nice letter from a close friend the other day, and it's just so nice, despite the fact that I can What's app, text, email or video call anytime, it's still wonderful to read what they've been doing and to know that this person took the time to write this for you. There's something inherently magical about receiving a letter, like you get this snapshot of a moment in time, forever logged and documented, and only for you. I have written to a few people over the lockdown and will definitely do some more, besides the fact that it means you get a walk to the postbox too. I mean, factor that in as one of your exciting things to look forward to. Whoop!
5. Laugh. I know the novelty - if there ever was one - has definitely worn off, but if you can find something every day to make you laugh, it will help. A funny video online, or a memory that you can share with a friend or loved one, something funny the kids did, or getting drunk and doing something silly. I freakin' love to laugh, despite being doom and gloom about 60% of the time, and I'm so lucky to have a partner who likes to laugh as well. We spend a lot of our time making each other laugh, though thankfully the giggle fits seem to have petered out. And if you find something funny, pass it on to a friend, share it with others: spread the laughter not the virus. 

I'd love to hear about your little sparks of excitement that keep you going through the weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds. Now, I'd better go and prepare for wine and cheese night.

Rants out. 

Quarantine Stories Part 2

7 weeks in. How you feeling? Online work getting you down? Sick of staring at a screen all day? Well, prepare to stare at one for a short while longer - otherwise you can't read this - and prepare yourselves for some top quality quarantine tales of boredom, terror and small birds.

When going for your daily - or quite often in our case, bi-weekly - walk, try to mix it up. I know you can't go too far and you must adhere to the safe distancing rules and all that jazz, but if you take a street you haven't taken before - if that's possible for you -  you never know what you might find. We took the street about 4 parallel to ours and it was like a whole other world: massive semi-detached houses, all different shapes and sizes, a derelict 'project' from 1890, with many nesting birds in the roof, and some houses for sale that we could look up on rightmove and judge about the price and interior decor, always comparing them to our house - of course. We also enjoyed judging people for not moving to the side and sharing the pavement in a socially distancing way. We can judge these people, they are 4 whole streets away

This last week has seen our garden inundated with sparrows. They are eating us out of seed and the little buggers are in the bushes and plants and all over the place. We haven't seen them before, as we usually just get a lot of tits knocking about ;-), but when we told the neighbours yesterday, during Thursday's clap for the NHS, they said they hadn't seen them for years and that they were rare.

Quick, call Bill Odie. The Sparrows are back.

And now for a tale of terror, small doors and taps. The other morning when I went up to the attic to set up for music classes, the small door to the eaves storage was open. It has never opened by itself before and it freaked me out. My head immediately leapt to someone living in the attic, or a creature large enough to push the door open. But then that night I slept really badly and after getting up at 2.10 am, I couldn't get back to sleep. About 15 minutes later I heard something like water dripping, and I tried to ignore it, thinking it was just my imagination, but when it continued, I panicked in case it was something leaking. I got up, called A but he didn't wake up, and realised the bathroom tap was on full blast. How had I not noticed it when I left the bathroom 15 minutes earlier? And to make matters worse, the little attic door was open again the next morning.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

That's a horror short in the making, surely.

And finally, I made Lemon Meringue Pies yesterday, little individual ones, and it's one of those recipes that you need a good three hours for, so normally I think, nah, can't be arsed, but as I had finished teaching at 4.00 pm,I thought fook it, I have four lemons in the fridge and time on my hands. It's not easy and I had a small cornflour issue, when I was meant to make a paste but instead made gloop and then when I added it to the lemon mixture they just sat, these floating gloop globules and looked gross. Luckily, A thought of blitzing it with the soup blender and the outcome was pleasant.
I'm sure Mary Berry has this issue all the time.

I also made a moussaka for the first time, which is another ball ache of a recipe, with so many different elements, that you can become a tad heated and stressed, especially by the time you get to the white sauce. But hey ho, I'm making new recipes and using up some veg in the process.

I don't even know what half the stuff we got in our oddbox was this week. All sorts of weird, leafy, green things that I have no idea what to do with. Whatever happened to carrots and broccoli?

Oh, and one final story, which could be story of the week, hold on to your hats:

We forgot to put the milk bottles out for the milkman twice this week, so we have about 15 washed out milk bottles at the front door. We have to remember on Sunday, otherwise he might boycott us.

That's all for today.

Stay sane.

Rants out.

Quarantine Stories Part 1

Week 6. Last night saw A and I in a half hour giggle fit, for no particular reason, just before midnight. I think we may have finally cracked. I don't even know what was funny, but it really was.

And that is a prime example of a quarantine story. I mean, do they get any more interesting than that? If you don't have kids, I mean. Obviously, those of you with little or big tikes, must have all sorts of strange and hilarious anecdotes to tell, but for us, it's things like:

I've been looking for that all day, and I thought it was there, but when I looked before I couldn't find it, and now look, there it is, exactly where I thought it was all along.

Bam. Shortlisted for a literary prize. Surely.

Here's another example:

'Oh, it's gone dark, but the weather app said it wasn't going to rain.'
'Well I'm telling you, that cloud is definitely going to rain.'
'Not according to the app.'

Then lo and behold, we have a rain storm which becomes a hail storm. I beat the weather app.

Bam. Retraining as a Meteorologist.

And here's a debate we had the other day about what constitutes a Fruit Salad:

A: 'I'll get us some blueberries and yoghurt, with the last of the cake.'
Me: 'Okay. But don't we have to use up those kiwi fruits?'
A: 'Oh yeah, well I'll make you a fruit salad.'
Me: 'A fruit salad with 2 fruits?'
A: 'Yeah, you can make a fruit salad with 1 fruit.'
Me, again, more outraged and confused this time: 'You can't make a fruit salad with 1 fruit, that's just a fruit cut up.'
A: 'Exactly, any fruit that's cut up is a fruit salad.'

Say what? Sounds like bullshit to me. A fruit salad is loads of fruits, at least 5, cut up in your mum's lovely big glass bowl, that is only used for fruit salad, with orange juice to keep the fruit from going brown. Am I right, or am I right?

And finally, on this first edition of Quarantine Stories, I pose the question: Who really gives a crap about lunch?

As a self employed, and to be honest, barely employed person, for the last 6 months or so, I ate a lot of lunches at home during the week. I made a sandwich or ate soup, or occasionally had the joy of leftovers from the night before. But A is all Mr Gourmet, and everything has to be heated up, and slapped with olive oil and blah, blah, blah. And I'm like, what's wrong with wazzing a piece of chicken, or cheese, or ham, on a piece of bread and calling it a sandwich? Lunch should be made in 5 minutes, not 20.

Thoughts?

As I write this, we are in the middle of a massive hailstorm that has been raging for about 10 minutes and doesn't seem likely to stop for a while, and guess what A said this morning? Yes, you got it, he said it wasn't going to rain.

That was just an extra treat for you, to add to these already legendary quarantine stories I've jotted down for you. I would love to hear some of yours. The more mundane the better.

Now, I will leave you with a phrase we utter every day, as we draw the bolt lock on the door, at various points in the day, but most days in could be uttered at 8am and would be true:

'In fort night?' (Which translated from Wiganese is: are we in for the night?)

Keep sane.
Rants out.