DVT DAY 31

Wow what a day suddenly life is full of things to do and to sort out. Once I am through breakfast and into my shed I get to work on the first letter of the day. By serendipity the person I am writing to rings me and we are able to chat about the issues around the current situation and the challenges of finding food and keeping family occupied. I return to my letter writing till I am interrupted by the news that we have just received another Boris box. Before we can reject it, the deliverer has disappeared but this time there is a note in the box telling me how to change my status from needing food. I do it immediately and we make the decision to donate what we do not use to a food bank. I return to my letter writing and preparation for a zoom group later in the day. The postman brings the invoice for my civil partnership celebration, which I pay immediately by bank transfer. The Civil Partnership is almost completed, all that remains is the delivery of our album of the day. I also notice the butterfly’s that have appeared and the flowers that have opened up under the influence of the sunshine.

At lunchtime I settle down in front of my laptop to sign into a reflection group. After a slight technical hitch, I joined the group. For an hour we talk about how the current situation is affecting he work of the therapeutic communities. The range of experience is fascination and the insights it brings are really useful. At the end of the hour we review the times usefulness. Everyone has found it useful so it will be happening again in a similar format. After the group three of us discuss the future groups and the format for the one I am to lead tomorrow. Having done my contribution for the day I change into my garden clothes with the intention of doing a bit of gentle weeding, however I get in to the tool shed and end up taking everything out and tidying it up.

Only when I’ve completely cleared the shed out do I get to the front garden for an initial weeding. Once I run out of steam I clear away and sit on the garden swing seat and recover. Once I feel recovered, I go inside and cook dinner. Tonight, it was pasta with a mushroom sauce with broccoli and wilted spinach. We are just settling down to coffee and a well-earned rest and we get a phone call from my partners mother’s neighbour to say she has had a fall and an ambulance has been called. My partner and daughter drive off as does my partners brother. We had only a short time to assess the best things to do. My partner knows that if her mother goes to A&E she and her brother will not be able to go with her or visit her. This is not going to be an easy time and I now sit and wait feeling anxious and not a little impotent to contribute meaningfully. We shall see how the night plays out. Its fingers crossed time again.