I was born in the wagon of a travelling show, my mama used to dance for the money they’d throw – credit Cher.
Well, I wasn’t but it got your attention!
Me, I am a mum, a nurse and before the world of Coronavirus, I had a life. Doing bank nursing was going to be ideal, or so I thought.
Facebook lockdown life started for me on the 12th March 2020 when a colleague posted the grim warning, ‘COVID-19 is not flu!’.
My posts on Facebook started to tell my corona story. Lockdown life for an asthmatic brought out the writer in me.
'braved Tesco as needed bread, most customers normal, but for the love of God, do folk really need as many tea bags, pasta paracetamol and loo roll?'
'BORIS IF YOU ARE LISTENING, BRING BACK RATIONING OR FOOD VOUCHERS!'
'I can bake bread!!!' Credit – I Will Survive, Gloria Gaynor.
'gardening and hedge talking becomes a whole new thing'
'Priscilla our last hen is suddenly very precious! canny get hold of eggs.' Credit – Gatecrashing, Living in a Box.
'Well last night, lost Priscilla next door. Whole field of grass and she wants next doors grass! Flashlight search and found her, panic over.’
‘Children been given homework. Not sure if he is delighted to have a purpose again or cracking up with all teachers posting work at the same time.’
‘Today been splitting snowdrops clumps and spreading them about. Log duties and before you know it the day is by. Seen at least 3 big fat bees! Hooray.’
‘And yes, for all you golfers out there, it is a nice day for a game o’ golf. Heard it at least 4 times, then it dawned on hubby that I think there is more to life than golf.’
‘Hubby now thinking of ways to make a golf course and facetime folk when playing.
Highlight of the day: facetime.'
'No temps or coughs here, so far so good.’
‘Priscilla the hen now in the huff, having realised brown bread is off her menu.’
Milk getting lowish and made some more bread.
Golf still on hold, hubby changed to looking at creating a chipping area.
Summer back to winter in one day, fire back on.
Snowdrops now assembled into the shape of a teardrop. Why a teardrop? well to look back on this coronavirus time in our lives.' Credit – Tears of a Clown.
'Realised i am living with a cross between Usain Bolt and Gordon Ramsey, as being instructed at every turn by kids to either bake or keep fit, in between lessons, of course, teachers please note.'
'Made treacle scones (and don’t ask for the recipe yet, as clearly with the help of Gordon, I’ve done something wrong) as they are more like treacle biscuits, and #dontwasteanything they will get eaten in this house!'
'Haven’t learnt Spanish or German in a week, so clearly going wrong. Maybe shouldn’t have started watching Still Game repeats at 3 when it started to rain'
'Well, its Saturday and still a good day for a game of golf. The golf course now on hold as its too cold. Hubby off to split more snowdrop bunches.'
Keep hearing 'the fridge is looking empty'.
Defrosted milk from ma tiny freezer. (Message to self, pour some milk out, before freezing.)
Note to hubby, yes, we do need a chest freezer.
Quote of the day 'mum, where's all the food gone?'.
An hour later and it’s amazing what he can do with two tins tuna, an onion, and breadcrumbs, yum.
Heroes of our day, older children bringing much-needed food supplies. Thank you, guys, very much appreciated
Officially back to freezing, still planting our snowdrops...cold stops work...frozen fingers and now gone off snowdrops!' Credit – Picture This, Blondie.
'And in case anyone’s forgotten PLEASE STAY IN!!!'
3 family birthdays and time flies.
'The weekend came and went. Sunday we were awakened by the youngest of our troop saying, “stay out the room, I’ve got corona”. Turns out he had been awake since 3am, after a brief coughing session (probably been asleep on his back) and was convinced death was looming. Being a nurse, he was quickly told to “get a grip”.’
Still managed to do 30,000 steps. Gawd knows what I do.
Youngest now up and dressed in his Sunday best which made us do a double turn and ask 'Where the heck are you going?’ To be told, 'Well I thought I was going to die during the night, so I thought I’d better get some wear out of my good clothes and new boots!'
Daily exercise now a walk along the back road. Seen a few villagers all safely distanced apart. Dogs now wondering why folk steer clear rather than greeting them.
This walk leads me to now knowing that some wee/big sh...throws out empty packets from cheese curls, onion rings and bacon rashers and the odd pack of empty cider tins. They are at least considerate to their family, as there were at least half a pack of wipes as well.
However, they’re greedy as, judging by the amount of packets, it’s a multi-pack, unless they’re throwing out 1 packet a day. Who knows?
‘Grass cutting with hubby, who has now got the posts up in the chipping green. Pics coming. Stay safe folks.'
'I’ve now got an avatar on FB, no more pics needed'
'Posting less, not sure if I should go for...
BRAVE NEW WORLD – IRON MAIDEN or WILD WORLD – JIMMY CLIFF, YOU CAN GO YOUR OWN WAY – FLEETWOOD MAC or I’M A SURVIVOR, DESTINY'S CHILD?
'What do you think?'
'and by the way am I real or avatar??'
Credit – JUST AN ILLUSION, IMAGINATION.