What Day is it Anyway. Thursday 2 April 2020 A day late.

Why is Linda hosting this post.

She said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

Why am I writing this post ? Because it’s day ? since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.

Immie from herFrou Frou days

I did not sleep well and so I was up before 6am, Ruby was in no mood to get up so I spent some quiet time on my own. I have to admit that I was very unsettled and at the same time touched by a phone call I had had with our eldest son the night before. He lives an hour or so away from us. Also working from home he must be lonely. He was literally begging us to stay home and be safe…don’t go out! don’t shop ! Keep safe!No amount of reassurance seemed to calm him. He can’t shop for us as he and our middle son are at risk with health problems, and as I said he lives quite a way away from us. All I could do was tell him we are being very careful, we exercise the dog in almost deserted woods, plenty of space to give anyone you might meet a wide birth. We shop once a fortnight and apart from that we stay home.

Our youngest son lives about 45 minutes away, he has a wife and two beautiful boys to look after we have told him to stay at home, as it is he is working from home and has been for over two weeks. He is already helping his neighbours. The good thing is we can all keep in touch by phone, WhatsApp, Skype and Zoom. It’s always fun to chat to them. Our middle lad too is bored and lonely, he has not even got the luxury of working from home as his job involves working with the public.

I guess what I am saying is we all have our crosses/ burdens to bear in this time, whether we are a young family in a flat with no space or garden , on our own or in couples, well or unwell, ill or fit this is a hard time. Some have it worse some have it better but we are all bound by one thing we all want to survive. And we will, we will all help eachother and be kind and patient.

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So we walked Ruby and and above is a video of the stream from my Wordless Wednesday post. What a difference a week makes.

Chit chat.

I had a video call with a friend, we had a coffee and a chat without leaving our own houses, that’s how it has to be. I got the washing done an dried.

After dinner hubby did the shopping and he also did our middle sons shopping to. We shall take that over to him tomorrow. We will put it on his front door step, get back in the car, wave to him and the drive off.

It was Thursday evening and our whole street went out to clap and cheer for NHS and all Keyworkers.

Again I was too moved and busy clapping to video I shall try again next Thursday 💜 for now here is Canary Wharf in London doing it’s bit!

London United.

How ever lonely, afraid or stressed we are feeling whether we are at home alone or with family, trapped in a far away country trying to get home,on a cruise ship, rich, poor, privileged or not we are all in this together, our scientists, doctors, nurses, carers, teachers all Keyworkers are all pulling together. God bless them and God bless us.

We must spare a thought for our homeless. The UK has homeless, young and old sleeping on the streets of our towns and cities, while every effort to get them off the streets and into accommodation some always seem to slip through the cracks. This is a world wide problem and the poorer countries with highly populated cites and town are now having to cope. South Africa, Africa,South America, India in fact it’s just a nightmare. Just think if you are poor or homeless in any of the countries above how can you self isolate, socially distance, get medical treatment, shop or do anything to protect yourselves unless you are rich. Covid19 will rip through crowded slums and townships, refugee camps.

We have homes and food and medical treatment. Even in America where everyone has to pay for treatment who will treat the poor who don’t have money or health insurance?

I had better stop, sorry this has been a very sombre post. Sadly this is a sombre time. I am sending out good vibes to everyone, love and good health. Stay well stay safe.

But be kind
Be safe out there.

This is part of LindaGHill’s #WDIIA

Fuming…

Don’t mess with Sue Vincent especially when she is talking sense. Read at Source.

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What Day is it Anyway…. A Day late. 31st March.

Why is Linda hosting this post.

She said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

Why am I writing this post ? Because it’s day Seven since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.

Yesterday started as every day, except hubby was very tired and slept in. I got the house cleaned, let Ruby out to do her business then fed and medicated her. Hubby got up and had his breakfast. He took Ruby for her walk on his own on his own because I had a Zoom meeting. The Pilates group I belong to got together and we have started having virtual lessons. Six to nine students to a lesson and our instructress. It was our first meeting and worked really well.


The rest of the day became rather stressful, phone calls calming friends who were feeling the stress of working from home, family being bored or worried. Oh! remember hubby drove a 25mile round trip to take his mother and brother a mask each ( she had to go and have her INR tested. Hubby had impressed on her and his brother that she had to wear the mask. She did not, no she said I did have it on my lap she told him. …Did his brother not even think to remind her…No, did they care that hubby drove all that way to deliver the masks (we could of used) his time, his health, his diesel and my nerves…. obviously not. I am saying no more we are both upset that she was put in danger.


Then I decided to organise my medication, which though not due yet is important. That took longer than usual.

Anyway it was not a relaxing afternoon or evening but we survived!

Be safe out thete.

Part of LindaGHill’s #WDIIA.

What Day is it Anyway? Friday, March 27th, 2020

Why is Linda hosting this post.

She said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

Why am I writing this post ? Because it’s day Seven since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.

Last night we went out and joined with our neighbours to clap for our NHS and all Keyworkers. It was so moving that I could not video my street as I was so emotional so here is the news footage.

Thank You NHS

Today is another sunny day, the last for a while we are informed. The day started as ever, so we could skip that now except to say I couldn’t sleep so abandoned bed before six A.M. Leaving Hubby to sleep. Ruby was pleased to see me and we braved the early frost and wind.

The older lads got intouch early and they are okay, though we do have drive around to our middle sons place to leave some medicine on his door step. He is in the at risk catagory, having, stomach lung problems. At least we can wave to him from a distance.

I am feeling a little depressed and stressed I am feeling scared. But I must not dwell on this.

Keep calm.

Well it’s been another busy day a friend got in touch and asked if we were going shopping. We said no because we found it too stressful, she said she needed milk and bread, it was easier to take her some of our milk and bread, than think of her without. We have done this twice this week, she needs to bite the bullet and go and stock up! We have to!

Our middle lad is still unwell, he lives about seven miles from us. So we took him round some paracetamol, throat Lozenges and cough medicine. We left it on his doorstep and he waved to us from his window.

We also had to stop off on the way back because the blind couple wanted some rail tickets sorted for a refund. We did suggest that they wait until after this crisis is all over, but no they wanted the process started. I did point out that this was not urgent business…… We are in the throws of sorting it, or trying to now. It looks like our printer has run out of ink!

Stay calm. Notice my Bitmoji has had a hair cut like me.

Looks hubby has sorted the printer, refund request in the post!!!! We are hunkering down now. So far we are managing to keep away from everyone but the strain of running around after everyone is tiring us out.

I am off to cook dinner now and have a large glass of wine😜. I did not mean this to be a moaning post really I shall buck up by tomorrow.

Sadly we are on the upward curve 181 died today, we all need to stay in as the infections and deaths are doubling every three days at the moment.

Okay happy song time.

Be safe out there.

This is part of LindaGHill’s #WDIIA.

One-Liner Wednesday.

Trump Expresses Outrage at Having to ‘Close the Country’ to Slow Virus

Fleeing New Yorkers told to quarantine as Trump says the U.S. should reopen ‘by Easter.’

Source : The New York Times.

Really?


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What Day is it Anyway? Monday, March 23rd, 2020 #WDIIA.

Why is Linda hosting this post.

She said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

Why am I writing this post ? Because it’s day Seven since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.

This is part of LindaGHill’s #WDIIA.

It is 17.08 and it been a beautiful day weather wise, the sun is shining. So we were up at the usual and had breakfast, and let Ruby out. My sister in law rang and we had a chat, then we took Ruby for her walk at our deserted place, we only saw one person but I am getting nervous and eventhough we took her twice today, I am thinking we may have to stop walking her out side and just use the garden .. we shall see.

This was not taken today.© willowdot21

So we got home and Hubby was on the phone to the lads helping them make decisions, about, work, health issues and life in general. I went upstairs and cleaned the bathroom and bedrooms within an inch of their lives.! Then I washed my hair, the hair I cut the other day!

hair washed. © willowdot21.

Hubby then went out to the garden and pruned and tidied up, I have to say it does look lovely.

We had a delivery from Amazon, new scales. They are so nice, very chic.

Day three of the stew we had dumplings too.
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Above tonights dinner, day three of the beef stew and dumplings and it was yummy.

This video brought me to tears, it has a strong message so whichever country you are in it is relevant to us all.

So it’s been a really good day. Time for some happy music . Now we cannot hold hands but we will be able to again …I hope and pray. Not today but one day.

Be safe out there.

What Day is it Anyway? Saturday, March 21st, 2020

Why is Linda hosting this post.

She said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

Why am I writing this post ? Because it’s day Six since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.

So I was up with the lark again, it was another bad night, full of bad dreams and cramp. We took Ruby out for a walk at a usually busy popular dog walking spot. It was as we guessed almost deserted when we got there.

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© willowdot21

Anyway we had a lovely walk and Ruby enjoyed herself. We rang our elderly next door neighbour to see if he needed anything he said next time we went shopping could we get him some butter, could we get Danchurch butter from Waitrose. PLEASE, people are rioting in the aisles and he wants a brand name butter. ….Bless!

I can’t believe that all this panic buying is still going on. Selfish people grab, grab, grab while pensioners and exhausted frontline workers are left crying from the sheer unfairness of it all.

This is so wrong please, please, please make it stop.

I spoke to a friend who is a senior nurse, she is incharge of a clinic. She told me all clinics are being suspended and she and all her staff will be moved on the ICU wards nursing patients with Covid19. This is a nightmare I can’t believe this is happening.

Okay I have already told you all I am scared there’s no point in harping on.

I did soup for lunch a lovely veggie soup. Then I got bored so I decided to cut my hair. I cut off over two inches. But I think it looks okay.

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In the afternoon our youngest son rang to say according to DDP there was a package on the door step. There was!

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He had sent me some wild and bloom flowers for mother’s day.

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These flowers arrive half asleep. Tomorrow they will look spectacular!

I checked on my sisters, a couple of friends. Oh! Yes we received a random act of kindness, one of our friends dropped us round a little present. So very kind.

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We walked Ruby again, had stew for dinner then . We spoke to all three of our lads on the phone. We are bored with TV tonight.

And so to Bed!

Another piece of hopeful music.

Be safe out there. Hugs to you all.

Join us at Linda’s place #WDIIA

Apocalypse Now?

What a state this world is in. We have a dying planet, choked up with emissions, and strangled with plastic and waste. Now I am sure the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are here. I wrote the poem / story below some years ago. I thought things were bad then yet nothing has improved infact it’s worse. So I have revamped the story today!

IS IT REALLY  TOO LATE? 

Time was late, the day was cold  the doors of the coffee shop suddenly flew apart

The scene  from the street was enough to stop your heart.

Four horse men

Slowly and silently approached along the street.

No one could of known, this was the place they had assigned to meet.

As this strange apparition  it’s progress did make,

It left fights and hunger and  deathly illness in it’s wake.

Where once was the  normal order of life

Was suddenly killing and gorging, sickness, death and strife.

Stopping their horses and dismounting as one

They found a spare lamp post their magnificent animals to leash upon.

One of their number scanned the street “No parking meters ….sweet”

They entered the coffee shop and two fights broke out

And terrible hunger and thirst spread about.

Terrified customers died in the rush for the door

People started to sicken with rashes and pustules and what’s more there was blood and guts all over the floor.

Death motioned the others to get a table

As he addressed the barista, a sickly lad  and ordered “four Americanos and a bagel!”

The boy felt so weak as he looked in to the eyes of Death fear gripped his throat

The rest of his staff were in the same boat lost and helpless’ bereft of hope!

Setting down the tray and handing Famine his food,

“I wanted espresso “griped War in a mood.

Death raised his scythe and told him to mind his place.

For he had the last  word and was in charge of this space!

Finally with the local humans all dead

They sipped quietly on their coffee, just for now doing what their leader had said.

After a short while Conquest / Pestilence looked up

And asked “is this coffee fair trade” as he finished his cup.

Famine smirked at the joke his brother had made.

“I need another , where is the barista ”  Death answered ” He died”…… “Okay” Famine sighed

Coffee over, decisions needed to be  made

How to deal with this world’s problem. Plans had to be laid.

“I think I should simply traverse this world

And make them their missiles unfurl,”

Said War before adding “with you,  Death in my wake,

How long would total annihilation  take?”

“No “chipped in Pestilence I can spread  my cloak and make them all suffer.

I have a new toy Corvid 19

It favours the old and sick , it very keen.

You can then step in Death, as they choke  and splutter.”

War banged the table ready to fight

But Death stepped in knowing his way was right .

Looking around brothers do you not agree

They are doing an excellent job of destroying themselves without any help from you or me.”

He saw they were not happy with his interventions

So he enlightened them all with ghastly intentions .

“We need to just hover on the sidelines and leave them to fester.

It will all end soon, this planet cannot sustain forever these hopeless jesters!

They thought for a while while Death entertained them, with his  fiddle

Like Nero back when Rome was burning. but not such  giggle.

The decision was made and they all agreed

They would just make thing worse for all those in need .

They would feed the wars and starve the medical fractions,

Of knowledge and money.

They would disease the corn the milk and the honey.

Death would stalk the world in his usual way

Clearing up the mess and dead at the end of the day.

They then  left the scene of their destroying powers

Riding  off together into the west leaving death and destruction and lots of wilting flowers .

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The News papers and TV got the story the very same day.

“Police want to question four hoodies on horse back ” they say.

There is  a witness a child who manage to hide and lived to tell what they had seen.

Apparently strange horses, one white,one red, one black and one pale green?

This  made the  headlines  all over, for a day, well maybe one day more

Then it is back to Famine and  Plague in Africa and  the States and UK to step into  yet another War!

The Greens are screaming we must save Mother Earth

Unknowing that she already dancing  a dirge with Death.

.

Death sat in a corner and polished his scythe and pondered the meeting that morning,

Well he had at least tried to buy these humans ( for whom he actually cared) some time .

But even holding off his brothers, of hope there still was no sign.

He was tired of all the work he had to do,

Exhausted in fact, and his brothers were too.

The task set before them was too great for them to solve ..

Hopefully God will intervene and those irritating humans will evolve  !

As the Apocalyptic quartet rode off claiming souls

They were laughing at humans all bulk buying toilet rolls.

All that paper won’t help them survive

With plague’s new new virus, no amount of loo roll will keep them alive.

One Liner Wednesday. Pilates.

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Pilates Teacher : “Your ribs are not your backbone, your neck is not your shoulders, your hips are not your pelvis, your legs are not your hips but your feet are your shoulders!”

thus is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday. #1linerWeds

The Plague

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The planet was struggling it’s true

From space it was no longer blue

It was suffering from millennia of wars and abuse

People pleaded for change, no use.

Most people tried to help Earth

The knew the planets worth.

Then came the plague

No respecter of king or knave

It cut through the ranks and top brass

No preference for age or class

It sent weak, old or young to the grave.

It emptied the streets and Malls,

Pubs, clubs and church halls.

It stopped the planes and the trains

The fat cats lost their profits and gains.

Huge nations brought to their knees

As scientists search for the keys

To the elusive cure to rid all of the bain.

Just when it could not get worse

Hate joined fear with a curse.

The people turn on eachother

Neighbour, husband, wife, sister, brother.

Empty shops, no fuel they could not stand

Then all civilian movement was banned

The crops and animals died on the land.

Drones flew over head, all was scanned.

Mother Nature watched with a tear

Chaos in weeks, rebellion extinction within a year.

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