Feest Isolation Days – 9 December
Some days are brighter than others. But in our house we now have brightness every day. We bought the most amazing lamps. In 1986 Alex Pratt designed a light for Singer the sewing machine people. Alex and his team did a great job. They became commissioned by airport control towers, RNLI lifeboats, and even the Space Shuttle! The success of the company grew and grew. It wasn’t until his Mother asked him to come up with a light that she could read by, that the lights we have just bought were born. With the nights getting dark at four and the light going so quickly, reading becomes more and more difficult for aging eyes. Serious Readers – that’s us but also the name of the lights – have come to the rescue. They are expensive and worth every penny! We both can read again. Terry can also see to tie his flies and I can see to read and write. Totally wonderful. Amazing how something so simple can change so much.
The Sunday newspapers in print are an indulgence I enjoy each Sunday and usually finish by the middle of the week. I buy the Observer and the Sunday Times. Two papers with very different agendas. Sometimes I scream at each of them in turn for being too whatever they are. And turn the page. That’s the beauty of the written word. You can turn the page and carry on. Something usually sticks though and on we go. Now I can see all the words! Result.
People are beginning to make some really bad choices these days. I totally understand this. Lockdown fever is taking hold and without the release of the pubs and restaurants and socialising people are queueing outside shops instead. Primark! Debehams! What is it that we must have? Normality. But as that is not here yet, there are those who stretch the boundaries as far as they can. It’s not easy. We miss a lot as well. Covid numbers will no doubt rise again if people don’t become more sensible. A packed Christmas market in Nottingham had to be stopped by the police as people were behaving as though social distancing was not required at all outside, and masks were not necessary or important.
I’ll keep up my walks with one friend at a time somewhere where there are trees and paths. Mind you the paths are getting more and more muddy as I am not alone in my diversions from Covid! A friend had organised a special walk at Dyrham Park, not far from Bristol and we were both looking forward to an expanse of ground. Until I realised that our walk is not possible. Dyrham is Tier Two and we are Tier Three.
The tree will go up next weekend and we will have another Zoom dinner party with friends. We have excellent imaginations and memories and we can think about the past and imagine our future while enjoying what we can of the present. Presents! They figure this year as well. I better get on and get buying and then wrapping. It’s not long now…
Have a listen to this chap’s advice on Covid.
Enjoy!
With love
Kathy x