Satisfied

Today has felt luscious, luxurious and long. (Long, in a good way, in that we have done loads without feeling rushed or pressured by time.)

It hasn’t exactly been mid-Summer weather, but it’s been non-Summer weather in a way that is okay, rather than in a way that pisses me off. 

Among other things, we went out for one of Suffolk’s finest roast dinners at one of our favourite eatery/gastropubs, where we haven’t dined since Winter. I was amazed that Philippa suggested it, as she has been more cautious even than me when it comes to the easing of lockdown and just how much we should be looking to get back out and about among our fellow humans. They’ve been open a while, but only with a limited menu and with reduced numbers able to be there. Today was the first day they were offering a full Sunday lunch, so we took a chance and called them and managed to get a late table outside. I have to say it’s all been managed brilliantly. I don’t know how much is down to government guidelines and how much is down to their own ingenuity, but it all felt very safe and controlled and not at all like eating in a lab during a virus outbreak (which was my fear and expectation, if I’m honest). There was loads of space between tables, very little intermingling, and enough hand gel around to drown an elephant.  The staff looked aware without being stressed, our fellow diners followed the rules diligently and the food, dear God, was delicious.

Amazing how a simple little thing like popping out for a meal, that we used to do without even considering it a luxury, felt like a treat akin to a foreign holiday.

RC 26-7-20