Time is marching on and here we are into our fifth week.
Crazy how quickly the weeks are flying by, especially under the lockdown safety rules!
Don’t you just wish with all your heart we could begin enjoying being with families and friends again?
Life is for the living they said (not sure who they are), but right now we really do have to take each day as it comes and try and enjoy what we can out of it.
Walking tall
I hear from family and friends back in SA, walking is now permitted every morning from 6am till 9am. This sounds a great idea having thousands of people all walking at specified hours. Nothing like throwing everyone into the pot at the same time after being at home for weeks.
Thank goodness we can walk here in the UK whenever we feel like it. Freedom to be allowed outside your home is surely your choice at any given time.
This sounds to me like people are being forced to do what they are told.
Duck tale
For many years, well since my children were little, I’ve never gone to a duck pond and fed ducks. That is until we arrived here and in our local park is a duck pond.
I was wanting to take all the leftover bread for my ‘feathery friends’, but my very responsible daughter and son-in-law claimed bread is bad for ducks and the pond itself. So, I decided to chop up small rounds of raw carrots and off me and Colin went to toss them into the fenced-off pond area.
The ducks all waddled over, sniffed them (can they sniff?) and waddled off in another direction.
All except one duck who was sitting when we arrived and remained sitting among the carrot pieces.
“Shame, I’m sure he’s tired and just wants to rest,” I said to Colin.
Anyway, the next day we walked by the duck pond and there was the duck, still sat among the rounds of carrots. I was upset no creature had bothered to eat my carefully cut carrots, but even more disturbed the duck was alive and hadn?t moved.
What does one do in this case?
We told my daughter and she phoned the Parks Department and they suggested she contact the RSPCA, which she did. Very long story short, the next day I sat Colin on a park bench opposite the immobile duck, and he waited patiently for an officer to arrive from the RSPCA.
Two and a half hours later he was still sat there watching the duck! A day later, yes, I had collected Colin from the bench, we received a phone call from an officer of the RSPCA telling us, “We’ve collected the duck and it’s with the vet now.” We were delighted to hear this great news.
The only problem was the address the RSPCA officer gave us was a different one from the one we had given them. Not sure about this we went back to the duck pond and the duck had gone.
“Do you think OUR duck was actually collected or has it been taken by a predator”? I asked Colin, feeling worried.
The moral of this story is don’t feed the ducks!
Kitchen vibes
Before the lockdown, a kitchen was a kitchen or a dining kitchen. Now it’s become the heart of the home in every way.
An office
Every day the kitchen occupies at least two laptops and two people, working away from nine till five (actually 8 am till 4.30 pm but I was thinking of the Dolly Parton song, Working Nine till Five).
A nail bar
This weekend my daughter and I sat at the dining table and filed and painted our nails.
A barbershop
My daughter is going to be cutting hair after work today and the kitchen space and tiled flooring makes it the perfect place to vacuum up the locks of hair afterwards.
How do you use your kitchen during lockdown?
Let me know by emailing: Julie.maule21@gmail.com That’s it for this week. Stay safe, stay at home, and wash those hands.
Oh, and dream about shopping.
Julie
