We tried to count the number of times Rishi used the word “unprecedented” at yesterday’s press conference but we lost count. All we can say is that it was quite, well, unprecedented...
When I say “we”, I am talking about the Youngest of the Darling Daughters and me. Here I am, socially distancing myself at my daughter’s home for a long weekend,
while Mr B is safe in the tender loving care of the Really Rather Wonderful Rosalie.
You are frowning, I can tell, because I appear to have breached the rules
about staying at home in these Uncertain Times. I need to explain myself and then you can decide for yourself whether there might be mitigating circumstances or whether I should face trial by virtual jury. My weekend break, my first respite for four long months,
was planned long ago. Should I stay or should I go? (I know a song about that.) All of my friends, without hesitation, reckoned I needed the break to recharge my batteries in order to face the undoubted challenges ahead. Some of my daughter’s friends
were a little more critical which is hardly fair as, ultimately, the decision was mine.
Anyway here I am in Splendid Isolation - isolation in that we are being
extremely diligent about giving each other virtual hugs and holding our glasses of Prosecco at arms length when we say “Cheers!”; splendid because it is always splendid to spend time with a Darling Daughter. My only sadness is that granddaughter
Hazel Baldwin has banished herself from her own home, having convinced herself that she might be a carrier of the Corona Plague. I do, however, have grandson Jack to keep me amused, not least by his predilection for Corona beer. Sadly we are not able to watch
him, as planned, in a production of My Fair Lady because the theatre has closed. Nor can I meet up with the Rascally Trio (so near, yet so far away) because their mother says they would never be able to keep their distance but would be all over me.
My son-in-law, Dunk’em Dave (so named because of his antics on family beach days) says that, if there are concerns about us not being sufficiently distanced (in a social
sense) then I could always take up residence in the back garden under the tarpaulin covering up the garden furniture. He is only joking. I think...
lovely friend Jane comes to say hello through the front window. She tells me that her girls have chosen not to adopt the alternative greetings of elbow-punching or heel-clicking when the meet but prefer to bump bottoms. I would love to see this catching
on but think it might not meet favour with everyone...
So far this weekend I have spent a lot of time snoozing, or as predictive text would have it, when
I wrote that I was having a “zizz”, sizzling... I have spent lots of time in the conservatory, drinking coffee and watching the red kite wheeling above in a majestic aerial display. If I were the fanciful type, I would think they were taunting
us with their undoubted freedom as ours is of necessity curtailed.
On my return home it will be to strict social isolation but I will be all the better for my
mini break. Meanwhile, the experience of my daughter and I trying to keep each other at a distance has been entertaining in the extreme.
Unprecedented, you might