Hi. It’s me.
I mothballed this blog five years ago…. times changed, I got
older and I’d fallen out of love with cooking. I left it up as my own personal
recipe book, it still gets a few daily views – I had no thought in my head of
ever resurrecting it – I’d moved on…. then COVID-19 whipped the rug from under
us just as I went down with an unrelated illness.
So here we are in lockdown – day 1 seemed OKish, bit odd but
not bad, but it’s day 2 and I’m climbing the bloody curtains! Health issues and
age have tipped me and Mr Simply into the “older, vulnerable” category,
apparently. Me…old and vulnerable? Whaddya mean… who the bloody hell d’you
think you’re talking to??!
Nothing seems normal and all the structures and patterns in
our lives have shifted.
I don’t do Facebook, I’ve tried forums and messageboards (but
they’re full of the type of people I’d cross the road to avoid!) and, although it’s
OK for a short rant at politicians or the BBC, 240 characters on Twitter doesn’t
allow for lengthy discourse. So, I thought I’d use this as a space to ramble,
vent and quite possibly have a bloody good moan when I want one.
You can read it if you like – it won’t be profound, I’m not
that type of person, and I may take it down when the current crisis is over but,
for now, it’s an outlet and it gives me something to do. I might even mention food
occasionally if the mood takes me.
We sat in the garden and had a cup of tea yesterday; given
that I wasn’t going out, I realised I looked like someone else had got me
dressed in the dark. It didn’t help that I was accessorised by pom-pom slippers
and a floral sunhat. Stylish or what? The sun was out, not particularly warm
but it made a change from being in the house and wondering whether I should
have bought more milk.
Is this what prison feels like?
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