Fuck me but this virus is really getting on my wick.
Ironically it’s not my cocooning that’s bothering me, it’s everyone else’s.
We had a visit this morning from our Appointed Home Help. She had arrived last week when I was still asleep and I only knew she had been when I checked the CCTV. If she finds the back door locked she just buggers off again. This annoys me as she’s a lovely person [we really get on like the proverbial residential conflagration] but she refuses to ring the door bell as she doesn’t want to wake us.
So I set my alarm for this morning so that I was up when she called. She duly arrived looking like she had just stepped out from the set of “Emergency ER” or something – all non-recyclable plastic and face masks and the like.
She pottered around with Herself doing a lot of things that weren’t really necessary but that make her feel happy. She then announced that she is going to come twice a week starting this week. Bugger! Had to adjust my alarm to ring on Thursdays as well as Tuesdays.
Anyhows she left.
Almost immediately we had one of our little “emergencies” where I really could have done with some help. Fate is a bitch sometimes. So I phoned Daughter but she is cocooning too because of Grandson the Elder [a drop of any flu could be disastrous because of his multiple conditions]. She said very reluctantly that she’d come up anyway.
I then had another go at solving the “emergency” and managed to sort it. Phoned Daughter back to cancel her trip and she ate the bollox off me for exerting myself so much. I can’t win.
What I would love now more than anything else is a peaceful mug of coffee down in the village.
But of course they’re closed.