Trial Run

Sunday didn't feel like Sunday.
It didn't feel like any day really.
I was lost in a desert of apathy.
None of the things I planned to do, 'when I had the time', tempted me.
Neither was I ready to submit to the yoke of obedience
and tackle some of the things that I OUGHT to do,
using the excuse that it was Sunday after all...
My conscience wouldn't allow me to lose myself in a project I would really enjoy
until I had completed at least ONE task I really don't want to do.
Result, I argued with myself all day,
trying to convince my self that I didn't want to do the things I did,
and that I did want to do the things that, if I am honest, I really didn't
and unsurprisingly acheived nothing
apart from bingewatching a variety of services on facebook and youtube.

Through the windows the sunshine looked very tempting.
Alas when I slipped outside
it was far chillier than I had anticipated,
as a suprisingly chilly wind from the east blew across the garden
taking the smoke from the bonfires on the adjacent allotments  towards the highway and the ridge.

DH disappeared to his allotment,
to prepare the ground for this season's planting.
Long may he be able to do so!
However, with the idiotic behaviour of many
who have taken advantage of the spring sunshine
to travel to beaches and outdoor spaces,
giving scant regard for social distancing,
I fear we will soon be on lockdown,
which would be a bitter pill to swallow,
but if it saves lives
so it must be.

I long to walk at the edge of the tide,
searching for sea glass and other treasurers left behind by a retreating tide.
But such simple pleassures are not for a time like this.

The KHT appeared.
After some 'interesting wardrobe choices' in recent times,
I was keen for her to see that
the items she was wearing complimented each other...
The KHT has a natural eye for colour
but this does not influence her choice of clothing,
which as far as I can work out
are based more on 'what is next in the wardrobe'
rather than 'what goes with the item I want to wear'...
"Look in the mirror. 
Can you see that the colour of your top brings out the colour of the birds on your trousers?"
She looked quizzically at her reflection
"I look like a block of concrete."
"The colour does look the same, 
but you don't look anything like a block of concrete :)"

After lunch, DH and I chopped veggies for our first slowpot experimentation in the twin tub.

Hers

His

As there is very little flavouring
that he can add to his pot,
he got the meat joices and I made do with Bisto...
It has been years since we have cocoked this sort of meal
so DH read from the instruction manuel
"You may notice a slight metalic smell the first time you use your hot pot." he intoned.
"That will be nice..." I replied.



We had an appointment scheduled to have our hair cut first thing on Tuesday.
Over the last week or so, I had been thinking that we had the best appointment possible
as it would be the first one since Saturday lunchtime,
so all the surfaces should be virus free.
Then I noticed another hairdresser had closed
due to being unable to maintain the safe distancing required,
and I began to realise that we would probably be wise to cancel our appointment,
though I was relunctant to let the hairdresser down.
Some time ago I had liked her page.
Lo and behold a message came up that she too was closing.
I looked in the mirror at my unruly locks, and sighed.

DH departed back to his allotment
The smell of hot metal permeated the house.
Delish!

The KHT started to make flowers to decorate the front window
as part of a window decorating initiative,
though that will probably come to an abrupt end if we are all on lockdown.















The aroma of beef casserole
wafted through the house
replacing the metalic odour.
I breathed a sigh of relief.

When DH returned from the allotment,  he was updated.
"You will soon look like a wooly mammoth as the hairdresser has cancelled the appointment."
"I could grow my hair long and have a pony tail!" my husband announced.
"Yes, you and Uncle Phil could be twins!" declared the KHT joyfully
"And that is the one thing you could have said that will persuade your dad not to!
No adult wants to be accused of being a their siblings twin, unless they are." I pointed out.

Despite the delicious aroma, the KHT decided that a veg lasagne was more to her taste,
so the oven went on anyway...

To mark 'the hour of hope' we put some lights in our bay window - a safer alternative to the suggested candle
as I wasn't planning to sit and keep an eye on it

I took the KHT out for a short walk to pick up some shopping that had been done for us - which included some Gluten-Free White bread flour to DH's delight.

In the news we hear that various stores are closing,
Primark was one.
That will not affect us as I do not shop there on principle.
Then I heard that Lakeland are closing.
Phew! Got the 'twin tub' just in time.
However, it will be some  time before that wooden spoon gets returned.

Lighten our darkness, we beseech thee, O Lord; and by thy great mercy defend us from all perils and dangers of this night; for the love of thy only Son, our Savior, Jesus Christ.  Amen.

Lighten our darkness