Feest Isolation Days – 11 June
Tiny steps are beginning to occur with non essential shops opening on Monday. We won’t be going near them. Not yet. O- line and deliveries still appeal to us as the virus remains in our midst.
Life has changed and the “new normal” is gradually seeping into the way we live. People move out of the way outside and help each other to continue to social distance.
The garage at the end of our road is now open and my car will get its overdue service. Gary the owner tells me he was so bored being at home he is grateful to have returned to work. We are pleased he has, too! Terry and I spent ages looking in every pocket of every pair of trousers and I checked car pockets and handbags for the extra key to my car. Gary had it! For all these weeks. Whew. Chris, his helper suggested that they might keep everyone’s spare keys as so many customers lose them! At least that little mystery has resolved itself. I was certain it was lost forever. Never give up hope!
The weather has changed once more and was grey and cooler yesterday, but at exactly the moment we were having our late lunch of homemade bread and soup, the sun came out! We were outside in the warm summer sun and then it went away again. The weather is expected to change once more for the end of the week. British summer is here and we are used to the highs and lows – literally.
We had our one- on -one Pilates class this week. The fabulous Richard put each of us through our paces. He’s young. And fit. I was knackered – but in a good way. He had a long sleeved top on and I mentioned to him that it’s the first I’ve ever seen him without short sleeves. He said it was cool there.
Why do Aucklanders pretend it doesn’t get cool and downright cold there in the winter? When we had our year there, our gorgeous landlord and now great friend Bernie, brought us a heater when I asked what we were supposed to do against the cold. When I despaired that one was never going to do it we had more appear almost as if by magic. The building was quite swish and I didn’t understand the lack of heat! The days you need the warmth are too many to ignore it in my opinion. Stay warm kiwi friends! And thanks Bernie!
In America, the landscape does appear to be changing with regards to the Black Lives Matter campaign. George Floyd was buried this week in Houston next to his mother. His name however, will live on for a long time to come. Sometimes a horrific incident occurs and galvanises people. There have been far too many black people killed at the hands of police all over the world, but especially in the States. Watching one man’s life be taken so ruthlessly by a policeman kneeling on his neck for nearly nine minutes has sparked a movement. Let’s hope this one creates lasting and long overdue changes.
In Bristol, our famous artistic Bristolian Banksy has shared his idea with what should replace the toppled slave trading Colson statue.
Meantime, in America Trump is not taking any actions of a President. While the country and the world stand up for each other he tweets his garbage from his bunker.
I shared Randy Rainbow with you before. He’s got a doozy for you today. The tune he uses was originally sung by Judy Garland from a song that was cut from the iconic The Wizard of Oz . See if you can spot the nod to Oz.
We only misplaced a car key, the White House seems to have misplaced a bit more than that.
Randy gives you …The Bunker Boy!
Enjoy!
With love,
Kathy x