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Day 236, Saturday 14th
November 2020. Lockdown 2, Day 10
Happy birthday Prince Charles! 72
today.
Good morning everyone. I heard
some fireworks last night but nothing from either of my new neighbours. No
pretty sparklers or colours illuminating the sky.
I was late rising this morning. I
looked out, as usual, and vaguely remembered those lovely September sunny days
when Antonio called. It was wet and grey. Three visitors’ cars on our little
street. Okay. Dress. I choose to be happy. Downstairs. Alarm off. Go into
lounge and smile. A beautiful lit candle brightens my day. No, I did not leave
it burning overnight. It is a led one and I set it on a timer to come on about
10.00 so that it welcomes me each drab morning through the winter. I have
another one set for the evenings. It is the little things that make life
bearable through these trying times.
BBC news channel on. Kettle on. Brekky
time with iPad. Am I having a boring day ahead or a productive, cheerful one?
Well that really depends on me, doesn’t it? Temperature? 36.1̊. Weather 12̊,
mild for the time of year.
First things take recycling
material out to bin (blue bin) and feed pesky pigeons. Next water plants.
Washing up? Nah, later! A little pampering… a face mask while I listen to some
of my Bobby Dazzler’s music. It is so nice to have music recoded for you by a
loved one when they have passed over, kind of comforting.
Okay, news. Sorry, (bus alert.
Two. Blue and red both leaving the centre. A 16 with one passenger and an empty
46) Peter Sutcliffe, the Yorkshire Ripper who was convicted of murdering 13 women
and the attempted murder of a further 7, has died from Covid-19. Guess, sometimes
it picks the right person. He was 74 and been in jail since 1981, 39 years and
has cost us, the taxpayers, approximately £11,000,000. Now, I am thinking of
those refugees and homeless peeps. Our money would have been better spent
helping them rather than keeping him in a cosy cell, albeit in isolation. Is it
time to reconsider the death penalty or maybe Covid is doing it for us?
Trump has emerged from the White
House. Is his tantrum over? He has hinted that maybe his time is over, but his
face says… sore loser.
There is one cheerful piece of
news and a video that’s gone viral. ‘Betty moves into care home with Ken’. Ken
has been in the care home with dementia for five weeks but missing his wife of
71 years. She had self-isolated in the care home for two weeks and had Covid-19
tests. The staff set up a romantic meal for two and brought Ken to the table
before bringing Betty to join him. He asked if she was taking him home. She
replied, “No, I am moving in with you” or something like that. It brought tears
to your eyes. It also shows just how much (another bus gone over the bridge)
care workers do for those in their care.
Off to watch two films now,
“Finding Neverland” with Johnny Depp. The story of the making of ‘Peter Pan’.
Should be educating. Then, an old favourite, “Dirty Dancing” and “nobody puts
Baby in the corner”. Wonder how many more films I am gonna watch this winter? 100
or more.
Oh, Prince Andrew has been seen
leaving Windsor Castle. I don’t get it. Why is that news? His Mum is living
there and he’s probably in her bubble. He lives in a massive place on the
estate. Is it because he thinks he may return to Royal duties because they’re a
bit short of the HRH’s these days despite the fact that his behaviour has made
such a position untenable?
Day 237, Sunday 15th November
2020. Lockdown 2, Day 11 (half-way through November)
Good afternoon!
Well, I enjoyed the films
yesterday before my chicken and bacon slice with veggies for dinner. Last
night? Played and watched television. There were loads of fireworks. Some families
were obviously enjoying Diwali even if there were no public gatherings. I did
see some of the pretty colours lighting up the sky.
This morning, I sauntered
downstairs after 10.00 and the pretty candlelight in the lounge warmed my heart.
I choose to be happy. Television on. Kettle on. Cereals in bowl. Coffee and
milk in cup. Brekky time with iPad.
Sad news. Des O’Connor has passed
away at the age of 88. Wow! Dessy has gone. He will be enjoying his party with
Morecambe and Wise upstairs. Three first class entertainers reunited. RIP Des!
“Songs of Praise” time. Candles
lit. Second cuppa. It was Aled Jones hosting the programme from Wales. He began
with my fave hymn, “Dear Lord and Father of Mankind”. It has that wonderful
line which brings back memories of my first visit to Israel and the Sea of
Galilee. I will always remember the magical moment of standing by the shore,
looking across the calm sea and singing, “O, Sabbath rest by Galilee, o calm of hills above, where Jesus knelt to
share with Thee the silence of eternity interpreted by love … Drop Thy still
dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease.” Okay back to reality.
Aled is in Bangor Cathedral talking of his early days as a chorister. I
remember mine in that little village of Ashford-in-the-Water. I have a pic of
me, aged 9, outside the vestry in chorister robes. No, you are not seeing it.
Tough! More beautiful hymns. I love the traditional ones. “Thine be the Glory”,
“Guide us O thou great Jehovah” and he conclude with “How Great Thou Art”. It
was lovely and brightened the grey day.
Next! I replayed a tape of a clairvoyance reading in 1998. Many of you
may think such things are rubbish. Fine, you have a right to your opinion. However,
in 1998 I had not published any novels, or articles. I had not even written the
first published book. I was a complete unknown. He said that I would be a
writer and my work would be inspirational to people in the future. Wow! Have
you been inspired reading either these chronicles or my books? Peeps will want
to read my work. Double Wow! It will be my legacy to the world. Treble Wow!
Makes you think doesn’t it?
After listening to that the sun decided to make a brief appearance clearing
away torrential rain. I ventured out, across to the post box in New Square. Had
a letter to post. Yes, I still write them. It is an old art whereby you pick up
a pen and find some paper, although it was, in this case, a card and scribe
meaningful personal words with joined-up letters. Not impersonal typed email.
As usual, for you all, I was observant. First, I was horrified by the
cruel breeze, it blew right through me even though the sun was a blinding
force. My eyes were watery when I reached the pedestrian crossing. Pressed the
button. Waited. Cars stopped. I crossed and walked by Primark. No goodies in
the windows, just pretty display boards showing what you might buy, if you were
allowed out. There were quite a few peeps around which surprised me. I guess
they were walking down to Tesco’s. Walked to the little red box and posted my
letter. Pandora? Closed. Peacocks? Closed with closing down sale signs still in
the windows. Were they one of the companies in liquidation, meaning they will
not reopen? One sign of normality. A Christmas tree already up, waiting for
decoration but with a sign, “Merry Christmas”. I looked at the other shops, all
closed apart from Vodafone and Specsavers. They must be essential this time.
Normally, on a Sunday in November all the shops would be bustling as crowds shopped
for Christmas. This year, I suspect that peeps are watching the pennies or
shopping online. I returned home. Opened my door. Switched off the alarm and
counted my blessings. I have had my share of misfortunes and life has dealt me
some cruel blows, but I still have so much in comparison with many others. I
have worked for what I have but I was fortunate to receive an education. I
could be homeless with that cruel breeze biting through me and I would have
nowhere to rush home to. Be thankful for what you have, my friends.
Lunchtime followed by phone call to my new-found second cousin. Each
time we talk I am amazed at how much we have in common. By the time we had finished
it was passed 4.15 and the darkness had made another appearance. So, I have
come up to my computer and am writing all of this for you. You lucky peeps. Enjoy
the rest of your Sunday evening wherever you are. I have the film “633
Squadron” on and I am going to give it my full attention now.
Choose to be happy and positive. Stay occupied and thankful. This
nightmare will pass, as all things do.
Okay just
before dinner which is chicken with mushrooms, onion, pepper and tomatoes with
vino, I thought I would give you the weekly update on Covid-19. It is not good.
The global figure is 54,621,689. Last Sunday it was 50,387,605. That is a rise
of 4,000,000+ in one week. To be precise 4,264,084. My friends, it is on the
rise and deffo in control! President Trump thought he could control it. I don’t
think so. Here, in the UK we have moved up to 7 in the league table and today
our total figure is 1,369,318 with 51,934 deaths.
Love to you all, Lady M 💓💓💓
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