Hurrah, another weekend at home adapting to our new normal. On Saturday this meant that the Hubster whizzed around the house cleaning windows, dusting, clearing weeds from the garden, doing washing etc. Since it's not something he does much of normally, I kept out of his way. After three weeks of reduced exercise, and jumping on the scales to realise that I have gained 1/2 stone, I knew that I needed to pull my finger out and start recreating my daily exercise habit. One problem though is that I am now sharing the turbo trainer with the Hubster.
Humans were designed to be social animals, and so for some of us this lockdown has forced us to consider how we communicate with each other. For some of the introverts out there, a lockdown is quite good news. They no longer need to interact with people unless they want to. But for the rest of us, there is a very real risk of loneliness setting in. We thrive with human contact, and when we can't have adult conversations with people then it's hard.
Today I heard the birds singing. Not just the noisy seagulls that can be heard above the usual city din. But the small birds whose song is usually drowned out under all the noise.
I've discovered that other wildlife has become more noticeable in the silence too.
A friend watched a fox at her gateway. Not darting around avoiding people. Just sitting at the end of her path, watching the world go by. Not that much was going by at all.
In Wales, a wild herd of Kashmiri goats.....
Myself and the Hubster have been working from home together now for just over a week, although until Monday we were still able to get out and about for our own sanity. The Hubster has my office in the loft, and we have set me up a second office in one of our spare bedrooms. I have put a throw over my daughters 'open' wardrobe, so despite a bed, it looks marginally less like a bedroom - important since it's likely to be a fairly long term arrangement.
But what is our day looking like now that we are observing the mandatory lockdown?.....