Although I like to think I can be perfectly happy in my own company there is no doubt that I thrive on being with other people. I used to think that an extrovert was someone loud and confident, the life and soul of any
party and wondered why I was classified as one; then I learnt that an extrovert is one who recharges their batteries around other people. That’ll be me, then...
It’s why, in these Lockdown Days when it’s just Mr B and me, I need to find ways of bringing other people into our house without breaking the rules of shielding. It’s taken me a while, but I think I am winning.
You are thinking back, I expect, to yesterday’s Daily Blog where I described our Family Zoom experiences. Surely this is the very best way of bringing people together when you
can't actually meet in person. I am not arguing with that - but a Family Zoom only lasts a short while and I need my favourite people around me all the time. I am greedy like that...
My first action was, admittedly, an inaction. I have kept on display every single greetings card I have received since the start of Lockdown. That includes my Mothering Sunday cards, Easter greetings, cards from people wishing us well. Among them are
several home-made cards from the Rascally Trio, which are especially sweet and a beautiful “for no particular reason except to say I love you” card from the Youngest of the Darling Daughters with a kingfisher on the front. I have a long string
pinned across one wall, over our large mirror, on which I have hung all the cards where I can easily see them. The other day the string snapped under the weight of so much goodwill, sending all the cards cascading over the living room floor and giving Mr B
a nasty start. I can only thank my lucky stars that this didn’t happen overnight when the start would have been even nastier.
No need to worry, the
cards are back in their rightful place; in fact, I reckon I am going to have to start a new line of cards sometime soon. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas...
On the doors, I have pinned all the drawings and letters from the Rascally Trio; on the kitchen wall, a laminated poster labelled “Sisters” which my brother in law Baz gave me years ago and which displays photographs of my Little Sister
and me from childhood to adulthood.
Out in the back garden are four large flower pots containing sunflower plants, one plant for each of my Tremendous Ten
grandchildren. I talk to them every evening when I water them, giving especial attention to granddaughter Eleanor who needs to play catch-up with her sister and cousins. I have great faith that she will grow and thrive under my Tender Loving Care. Decorating
the lilac tree which we planted for our Golden Wedding nearly four years ago now are coloured cardboard rabbits, each one carrying the name of a family member. At the insistence of my Little Sister, I have added two extra rabbits to those of our immediate
family, one for her and one for her fella.
There have always been photographs all over the house - now joined by the truly fantastic Lockdown 2020 poster whose
arrival I told you about in a previous blog. It seems important, however, to keep moving the photographs around because otherwise, don’t you know, one becomes too accustomed to them and run the risk of ceasing to really notice them. So I play a kind
of Musical Chairs with my family photos - though without the music or the chairs. You could call it Non-Musical Windowsills, though, as far as party games go, I can’t see it catching on.
Like every other grandparent, I long to hug my grandchildren. I do, however, have to quibble with the unspoken suggestion that they are far and away the only precious people in our lives. What about our own children, grown
up as they may be?
The three generations of my family are here, all around me, as I write today’s Daily Blog. I adore all my grandchildren, I yearn
to hug them - but well before the first of them was even thought of, I held their mums and their dad in my arms.
I can’t wait to hug them too...