Have you noticed how it is that one thing leads to another ? It is Day 102 - days behind but things have overtaken me and writing to my blog/diary have gone by the by. Day 102 was a funny old day. A busy day. A bad news day. A day of Covid Blue thoughts some though were happy thoughts . Who would have thought the day would go the way it did ? Not me . Today started off as just another day. The same as yesterday . No doubt the same as tomorrow . As I lay in bed I was not expecting the day to be any different to any other . We wouldnt be going anywhere . We were still stuck at home . I had a walk planned depending on the weather . Weather which had been inclement . Changeable to say the least . Downright awful . Not a pleasant start to July .
July would probably be only slightly different to the months that had gone before . No different to April . Nor to May . Or June . It would rumble on quietly and we would be working from home ,
some would return to work . The furlough scheme would end and employers would be expected to pay their part of staff wages . Today then we probably will get out of the woodwork .
Over breakfast I planned the day . It is hard to plan a day when there is little to do . Shopping . Yes it is shopping day . I look forward to the drive in the car . I detest the wait for the shop to open . But off I set . My walk can wait . A short one after shopping before firing up the PC and getting down to todays work . The queue is a few deep when I arrive. I am fifth in the queue waiting for the doors to open . In front of me the usual suspects . Tall lady - she is third in the queue . Man with son . Man who shouts he wants his holiday at the seaside in Skegness . An ex -miner . Son is with him . A closer inspection proved son was actually daughter . Weeks of queueing and I thought he was male . Behind
me the queue slowly built up . I went around as quickly as I could . After all these weeks I am fed up on one way systems . Fed up of trying to get to shelves . I watched the old couple who are usually shopping donning their masks . She sent her husband back to get her mask . They donned blue plastic gloves . How would they dispose of them? Did they wash them and them ? What germs were on them already ? Waiting to be passed from tin to tin and from bottle to bottle . Another man wore yellow workmens gloves . Rubberised on the palm and material on the back . Filthy things . He had used them in the garden or on the building site . I wondered what part of protection they offered him and anyone else . I left , loaded up the car and headed home . Just me and my Covid Blue thoughts .
Thoughts that me on my very short walk . So what was memories all about . Sometimes when you walk something jangles in the back of your mind . Today it was Facebook that jangled my thoughts and brought me back to reality . A message from a girl I knew over 50 years ago . She asked if I was indeed the right person and did I know my aunts address as she wanted to send a sympathy card . As I knew nothing of the death of my uncle I was somewhat taken aback . After much digging , phoning , contacting I found out he had been isolated in hospital in Wales . No visitors allowed and he passed away a week or so ago . No way to go to the funeral . Wales is still locked to us living in England . A small affair just a few mourners . I spent the rest of the day ringing various cousins spreading the news . Covid prevented us going to the funeral . Covid has been the proverbial pain in the behind . Today brought back so many memories , Memories of an uncle in the Forces , an uncle who lost an arm in a mining accident . A family I had lost contact with . Why does it take a death to bring you all back together again ?
