I rather think that being in Splendid Isolation is probably easier for Mr B and me than for others as our life has been somewhat limited by my fella’s poor health for several years now. In fact we seem to be receiving
more telephone calls than ever before and I am getting accustomed to carrying out loud conversations with people standing at my garden gate while I stay in the (fingers crossed) safety of my hallway.
We do seem to be very adept at finding new ways of keeping in touch. Our Singing for Pleasure choir, which usually meets at 10 a.m. on a Friday morning, is now joining together for a virtual sing-song at the exact moment that
we would be gathering and doing our vocal exercises. Two of our members, marooned abroad, even joined us from Portugal while our pianist made sure she was accompanying us on the piano from her home. With just a little imagination, I could hear her tinkling
the ivories. This week, we were singing “Amazing Grace” and Mr B (once a member of the choir but, alas, no more) joined me - never did the words seem more appropriate. After that, I came over all emotional and had to trot off into the kitchen to
tackle the washing up from last night in order to pull myself together...
On Thursday evening I wrapped Mr B up in a fleecy throw and wheeled him to the door so
that we could join in the Nationwide Clapping in support of the NHS. I did wonder if we might find ourselves alone on the door-step (well, you never know, do you and we would have felt a bit silly, out there on our own) but there was a magnificent turnout
from all our neighbours including much hooting to accompany the clapping. I particularly enjoyed waving frantically to all the people in the houses immediately opposite ours though, obviously, it isn’t easy to wave and clap at the same time. I’m
so glad we will be repeating the exercise next Thursday and (presumably) every Thursday thereafter. It gets us out of the house (marginally) and is an opportunity to express our appreciation for the NHS Heroes. Yes, indeed, I came all over teary again. It’s
getting to be a habit...
The Middle of the Darling Daughters tells me that one of the mothers from Ladybird Class (of which twins Tala and Lilia are enthusiastic
members) has set up a virtual class which enables all the littl’uns to see each other while having Fun with Phonics. Well done, that mum, it will mean so much to the Ladybirds to see all their friends - I’m thinking I’d like to be a Ladybird
myself though I might have to brush up on my phonics. Though I can’t excuse myself on account of my Great Age because apparently phonics were first introduced in 1570 by somebody called John Hart. I do like the Daily Blog to come over all educational
from time to time.
I’m missing my daily trips to the Co-op (other shopping emporia, I’m sure, offer a similar choice of products) but my church has
established lists of people like us who are having to stay indoors and allocated someone to do their every bidding. Hence my “Church friend” Ian rings me every couple of days to find out what we need. He leaves my bags of shopping on the doorstep,
rings the bell and retires to the gate from where we wave cheerfully at each other. I have, I fear, presented him with a few challenges on the shopping front necessitating him messaging me photos of the products on certain supermarket shelves to make sure
he is buying the right thing.
My sister and her fella have established a new WhatsApp group for our two families so we can keep in touch - it’s reminiscent
of our crazy-but-fun joint Christmases many years ago. Though without the ever-present jigsaw puzzle. And today I was invited to a house party by the Youngest of the Darling Daughters enabling me to meet all the family and friends who would have been congregating
this weekend at her house for a Birthday Celebration. You had to provide your own glass of Prosecco to get into the virtual party spirit which wasn’t too easy for me as I was dishing up our dinner at the time.
I wonder, when all this madness is over, whether we will still be clapping on our doorsteps, learning in a virtual classroom or organising house parties on-line?
I guess we will keep what has been proved to work while gratefully returning to some of the old ways. I rather think it will never be quite the same again -
But, do you know, it could even be better...