Diary

It sounds like the virus may have reached the peak. It depends where you look but if we aren’t quite there it seems like the trend has slowed. That’s all I am going to say on that topic. It’s good to see some positive news. I doubt we will see much on the TV news this evening.

My wife was booked in at the hairdressers on the day the lockdown started. She decided that she needed to cut her own hair. She actually made an excellent job of it. The only bit she struggled with was the back. She asked me to level the back and get rid of the “wispy bits” near her ears. I have said in the past that I am a bit of a control freak. I am but only to do with things I do personally. I have no desire to control others. Is it all women that are control freaks? Control freaks that want everyone else to do things the way THEY want them doing? My wife is one. She hates to be told that. I feel I manage her condition very well after 18 years. I think one of the big reasons that I have done this so well is that I have never agreed to cut her hair.

The atmosphere was tense to say the least. I have a steady hand but that doesn’t help when she is waggling her head around like something my grand daughter might stick on the end of a pencil. She would pull a wisp of hair away from her head and ask me to cut it off. Some of them I could easily do once I was able to anticipate the movement of the target. I may have a future in clay pigeon shooting. Some of the wisps that she pulled away from her head for me to cut fell back nicely in place when she let go. I was careful not to take much off those bits. After I had taken off as much as I dared to the back of her hair looked good. She was still pulling at it saying , “Just take THIS bit off. It’s driving me mad!”. I insisted that she go to the bathroom to check in the mirror before I took any more off. She eventually came out and said it was fine and thanked me.

Another quiet day today. Sue went shopping and I went down in the car to bring her and the shopping home. The queue was pretty bad and apparently earlier in the morning there had been some trouble when people were trying to cut into the queue. There had been a bit of a struggle and handbag waving. When Sue was in the line she was vaping. She took in a little more than normal and it hit the back of her throat. She coughed loudly. She said that the people around her immediately decided that a 5 metre space between them and her was a good idea. She reckoned it took her a good 10 minutes to stop laughing. You have to get your entertainment where you can.

Stay safe.

 

Avoiding the news and twitter really helps you to chill out. I watched about 15 minutes of news this morning. I started on the BBC’s Breakfast programme where someone was telling a sad story about how her mum had died from Corona Virus. I missed the start of the story so perhaps missed some context but a lot of what she seemed to be saying was how she had not followed the rules and her mum got infected. I switched over to GMTV before the end of the story so may have got the wrong end of the stick. I am not a fan of Piers Morgan. As soon as I switched over he was announcing that Terry Waite was on next to give us advice on dealing with being isolated. When I find myself tied to the radiator I’ll look to Terry for tips.

That was all the TV news that I have seen though I am about to go downstairs.

We had an unexpected knock on the door this lunchtime. This hasn’t happened much in the last month. We have had takeaway deliveries and the occasional other delivery but they were expected. The odd time it has been unexpected I have had an weird reaction. A bit of me thinks, “Zombies!”. Then after a tenth of a second I remember we are not in a B movie. I opened the door to see one of our neighbours standing half way down the path. He obviously didn’t think I would remember him ( the neighbours don’t mix much) so explained where he lived and askedif I could I tell him what the colour of my fence stain was called! Not surprisingly I had no idea but told him if he waited there I would check the tub in the shed. He had asked if it was called golden harvest. Maybe he has been doing some online research as that was exactly what it was called! When I told him he paused for a second or two, thanked me and then walked off. I think he was maybe hoping I had some left over and would let him have it. Perhaps he hasn’t had much to do with people from Yorkshire.

That’s about it. If anything exciting happens this evening I’ll add it to tomorrow’s post.

As ever, stay safe.