Lockdown Diary (continued)

I think I might be starting to enjoy lockdown life a little too much.  Everything is peachy inside my bubble and I have adjusted to the state of isolation like a duck to water.  I do feel a sense of unease at the climbing statistics of people becoming sick and dying around the world, but all any of us can do at the present time is to follow the direction we have been given.  And that is, if there is no genuine reason for anyone to be outside of their home or local area, then they should stay inside.  It is the only thing that will save lives.

I know that being confined to home will be making some people stir crazy, but not me.  Although I wish more than I can say that this crisis had never hit the world, it has pretty much delivered to me my ideal life.

I work in order to live, and unfortunately, as much as I would like, I can’t work from home.

Whilst I am not at work, although busy with all of the things I have always wanted to do if I had time, I am no longer time poor.    I have time to read, to write, to learn, to organise, to dream, to plan and to potter.

Weekends are normally a whirlwind of household chores, shopping and preparing for the week ahead, with a few pockets of leisure time with others.

It is such a gift to enjoy the weekend just doing whatever we want to do without feeling that we have to watch the clock or churn through a bunch of chores before we feel entitled to some down time.

Today was quite lovely in its uneventfulness.  The highlights were reading an old Agatha Christie novel with my morning coffee, walking the dog in between rain showers, enjoying some quality family time on a video call and whipping up a batch of scones, enjoyed warm with blueberry and bourbon jam and cream.  All so very hygge.

Being at home has reinforced how much I have missed solitude.  Time to lose myself in a book, to leisurely trawl through my favourite blogs, to take a soak in the bath or to indulge my domestic heart in my very own bubble.  And I have been indulging.

I am lucky that my husband has his own interests that we can happily co-exist with each of us doing our own thing, catching up every now and then and at the end of the day to spend cosy evenings together.

It is clear to me that I need to do some deliberate rethinking of my life when things get back to ‘normal’ to allow for weekends as relaxed as this one is turning out to be.