Good grief

Double-figure days in September already? Not going to go on about it – just making an observation.

 

I wrote yesterday’s blog in the morning, but didn’t post it til late afternoon, by which time it had been announced that the virus was spreading again and we need to change the rules about socialising. So my ‘staying on top of it‘ comment probably looked a bit uninformed and silly. Ah, well – not the first time, and I’m sure I’ll cope, and at least the News switched over from Brexit again! (which kind of proved my point).

 

I’m not enjoying the realisation that it’s dark at 8pm. Cycling after tea has become very difficult very quickly. By the time I get in, cuddle the family, have some tea, and let it settle, there’s barely time to get the bike out before it’s night. I might have to ask if I can ‘work from home’ more regularly, so I can have a couple of afternoon trips a week on the Velociped.

 

Mathew has some teeth coming through and is consequently very unhappy. Must be one of the most horrible things we go through in our entire lives and it happens when we’re too young to understand it, and too young to be properly comforted by an explanation from our parents. Poor little chap. I might buy him something nice to chew on as a present. I gave him my finger last night and ended up in more pain than he was….

RC 10-9-20