Mowsehowse, good to hear about your day, sounds lovely. It certainly is getting dark early these days.
Caroline, what a palaver with your shopping, you must have felt like screaming!
Viktoria, hope FH is okay. Good to hear that your friend is coming home.
Could hardly keep my eyes open last night, hence my being late with my entry.
My day:
Woke up about 4 a.m. and couldn't get back to sleep for some time. Was feeling agitated once again, eventually put the light on and read for a while. Back to sleep at about five. Same feelings when I woke again at a proper time. Made a cuppa and put the TV on to try and divert my mind.
Left it too late to go out in the morning, wasn't hungry as I was still feeling edgy but had a sandwich. I had a parcel that needed to be returned, my nice neighbours would have done so but I'd decided that I was going to take it myself. I can't avoid real life for ever and the loss of my independence has been hard for me to deal with.
Hot and sunny today, set off across the field to walk to the petrol station in the nearby village. Crossed the railway bridge then past the fields where a harvester was cutting the corn, could see the sea sparkling beyond the fields.
A little further on I stopped to read an information board, I suppose I've noticed it before but had never read it. I knew there had been a WW1 airfield where the houses are now but knew very little about the history of it. Apparently Arthur Roy Brown, the Canadian pilot who was originally credited with bringing down the Red Baron had a terrible accident at the airfield. It was doubtful whether he would survive but he did recover. Also, WE Johns the author of Biggles trained fighter pilots there. All of the road names there relate to people and aircraft from WW2 although the airfield wasn't used then.
After my history lesson I walked on to the petrol station, put my mask on as I approached. It was quite busy but there was no point in hanging around outside so I went in. Four people in the queue ahead of me, three with masks, the other had just filled up his motorbike so was wearing his helmet. It's not so long ago it wasn't allowed to keep your helmet on when going to pay, so many things have changed. Everyone was properly distanced, both of the staff were wearing masks and were behind a screen. Was soon served and out.
Same walk back, a number of cyclists passed me on my walk , all riding on the pavement. What on earth is that about?
When I got home I sat out in the garden, it was hot on the patio, I even got the parasol out. Read for a while then did some gardening. Wanted to dig some plants out but it was too difficult as the ground was very dry.
I've done more different things in this last week than I have in months - Tuesday - a long walk with a friend, Thursday - lunch with another friend, Friday - took my car for MOT, Saturday - had my hair done, Sunday - friend came and did some work on my car, Monday - walked to petrol station to return a parcel. Oh, musn't forget, had Tesco delivery on Wednesday! Many of these things I haven't done before and were enjoyable , so why on earth do I feel so agitated a lot of the time? Another one of those strange things in these strange times.
