Reflecting on my week #122

I missed my weekly update post last week, but not because there wasn’t anything to say, but also because after another busy week there was still quite a lot of processing to be done. And now looking back after our first week of co-working from home, the two weeks just gone have merged together.

Our dining room table has become mission control and quite quickly we’ve notched up our first week working at home. I’ve learnt that MOH is much more disciplined than me at taking breaks, and drinking throughout the day and that neither of us are very good at logging off in a timely manner. We’ve both pulled a couple of 8pm finishes and I know it’s not sustainable. We both have plenty of work on, but we both know we need those boundaries.

MOH did ask if I have a butler at work to make me drinks during the day. I don’t, but now he’s suggested it I’m thinking about keeping him on…

He’s also pretty good at Gin & Tonics. Which have become a bit of a thing too, luckily we have plenty of gin.

This weekend I’ve made a concerted effort to switch off, and that’s meant stepping away from the laptop too. So while I had plenty to do blog-wise, it hasn’t been done and I'll make time for that I’m sure. I’ve fitted in some pottering around in my craft room, read some magazines and finally worked out how far I’d got with my Vintage Hearts crochet blanket, and picked it up again.

I'm hoping that over the coming weeks - and who knows how long the current situation will last - I’ll find plenty more time to get my hook out. I've a feeling it will help.

Reflecting on my week #121

Well. I think I have to take it back for all the weeks that I’ve said it’s been a bit of a week. This week just gone, has I think, topped them all. Who would have thought everything would have changed so quickly. I haven’t quite processed all of the information from today’s Boris-conference, and living in ignorant bliss is quite nice for the time being. Inevitably the events of the week will slip into this post at some point, but it’s my intention to skew it to the positive things that have occured in the last week.

And there’s nothing more positive than an apple cinnamon chelsea bun, even if it meant a very-early-for-me-start. Thursday saw me meet a work colleague for an early ‘breakfast’ meeting close to home, before heading to work. Add in a window seat, which our work bus goes past, was a great vantage point to plan how to take over the world (we might have failed) and to wave to colleagues on their way to work - this at least, was much more successful.

I do wonder what our colleagues thought though, I’ve not seen them yet to discover. Friday was supposed to be a day off, but with work ramping up in a way I didn’t think possible, I ended up logging on for half a day before we packed up the car and headed to Norfolk for the weekend. We left home about eleven, and I’d already managed half a day’s work, yes, on my day off. This virus (yes that one) appears to be trying to convert me into a morning person.

Saturday didn’t turn out quite as planned either.

Work kicked in then too. And it took much more time than I first thought. Which given we were at my parents was trickier than being at home, well for me at least. They were ever so accepting of it, and we changed our plans several times during the day. There was a lot of tea and cake, which helped. Well it would, wouldn’t it?

MOH managed a couple of bike rides, which given the weather seemed optimistic when we left home. Even though he sent me the sunset picture above, rather than me seeing it for myself, it helped. Well it would, wouldn’t it?

On Sunday we did get out - in the rain - to pick up some shopping for essentials and to the hat shop. As you can see I left with one, but so did MOH. Now we just have to hope that the wedding can go ahead as planned.

It is very strange times though at the moment, isn’t it?

Reflecting on my week #120

It’s been a quiet weekend after a busy week, and I’ve relished not being online and even more so, not being in demand. It’s been a weekend catching up on chores, though at a relaxed pace to counter the breakneck pace of the week that passed before, where somehow i forgot to schedule my regular Friday linky post.

It’s been a weekend of keeping up with the news, and the shocking statistics of how coronavirus is marching across Europe. And of seeing how people have reacted, I’m sure I only need to say ‘toilet paper’ for you to know what I mean. It’s worrying, especially with parents in their 80s (don’t tell them I shared their age), but I don’t think we’re quite at panic stage yet. Though I think things will deteriorate before they improve.

MOH has recovered well from his crash, he let on how much it hurt earlier in the week. I told him I knew, as it was the first time I’d ever known him follow recovery advice. He also realised that his cycle helmet had a crack down one side from the impact, so a new one arrived to replace it this weekend.

I know he’s on the mend too as yesterday he took himself off to Kent for one of his rides, clocking up about eighty miles, getting wet, muddy and then dried by the sun throughout the day (though not always in that order). So while he was off doing mad cycling things, I spent some time on my own recharging.

I planned to do all sorts of things, but in the end my day involved catching up on some household chores, drinking tea, reading and marvelling at the weather - for once from in the dry. I also got all of my photos from Barbados edited and so you can expect a bit of sun here over the coming weeks. Our visit to Hunte’s Gardens blew me away at the time, and then did it all again sorting my way through the photos - it really is a special place.

I captured the heavy rain - from inside - and I quite like how it turned out (and in case you’re wondering, the pink oval you can see at the bottom of the picture is my phone cover)

I’m hoping for a slightly less crazy week, though I’m not sure that will happen. But I’ve a couple of nights out and a day off too, so we’ll see how that goes…