Tuesday Blue

God, it’s depressing being back in my office again. That week at-home did me the world of good. Walking onto the site this morning made my heart sink, my shoulders sag and my mood plummet. I’m trying to make myself feel better by watching ‘The Serpent’ on BBC iPlayer, but it’s not enough to keep my spirits lifted. If anything, I’m finding myself rooting for the baddies, as spending a bit of time as a serial killer feels like a likely outcome if I have to keep dragging myself into work for another 6 weeks.

 

In other news, it’s my birthday a week from tomorrow! We’ve not really made any plans. Philippa is caught up in the whole sorting-the-logistics-and-implementation-of-the-vaccine-rollout that GP surgeries are taking on at the moment, so she can’t have my birthday off. We can’t have anyone round for a party, we can’t go out for a meal, I can’t see my sisters and the weather forecast looks like it won’t even be warm enough for a walk on the beach, so it might just be a quiet evening at home with a movie and a bottle of Port.

I would happily do that for my birthday any year, if I’m honest, but this time I HAVE to, so it’s different.

 

It’s likely Philippa will have to work some weekends in the near future. It’ll only be every so often, and it’s all on a rota system so she won’t be doing any more than anyone else, but it’s still annoying. I mean – I know we need to get on top of this pandemic, and we need to protect the most vulnerable as soon as possible, but I’d like that to happen without my wife working weekends.

RC 12-1-20