LOCKDOWN 3.0 – Day 1 – 5.1.21.
Tyson Fury on Radio 4 (that’s got to be an oxymoron)
advocates exercise, good diet and plenty of sleep to combat impending doom leading
to potential depression. Has this information just reached him?
I managed the 3rd suggestion by waking at 06.03
then at 07.14 and finally at 10.47 having snuggled back down way too many
times struggling for a reason why I shouldn’t? Answers on a pinhead please.
It’s freezing and drizzling for a change, but I must march
round the neighbourhood for some air and exercise and try to tier myself out. I mean 'tire' myself out. I’ve got tiers on the brain. And they’re not ra-ra
skirts or wedding cakes. I walked for 47 minutes with ice shards lacerating in my face. The mask was a comfort and a help! Hurrah for the mask...
I also feel guilty about not being able to help out with my three youngest grandchildren, aged 10, 11 and 12.
Their mothers – my daughters – are stretched thin as it is, not to
mention Home Schooling. I said not to
mention Home Schooling! These two words together barely existed pre-Covid, but now
they strike a fear as intense as a dagger blade into every parent’s heart.
At the start of Lockdown 1.0 (what’s the dot and 0 about?) I
vowed to read to them over the phone or on Zoom for a designated period every
single day, thus helping with their education and giving my harassed girls a well-earned break. But did I do that? Did I buffalo.
But tomorrow is another day. Maybe there'll be snow and they wouldn't have been able to go to school anyway. Or maybe the gov will decide to write off this school year and they just start learning again from where they left off. Will it matter in the long run? Did Jeff Bezos, Bill Gates and Elon Musk excel at everything? Or should we not pitch our children's fate against that of the world's richest men and just aspire for them to be healthy and happy?
Yes let's just do that. Life, a t m, is hard enough!
