Difficult decisions
And the photo of the last action, us getting banjaxed by Leicester. This game will forever be remembered as me trying to get a he’s goal stream at Dubai airport in between flights home, to realising I could actually *hear* commentary from a bar not far away. Nervously watching our bags from afar (I know, shouldn’t) whilst equally nervously watching us.
Then holding little AV (nine months yesterday) generously watching with me with apparent interest as I walk up and down between the different screens of the bar, with added spice of an East Asian sneezing dramatically loudly (and very very wet) into his face mask. The shocked/fearful eye contact between strangers. (Before I knew sneezing isn’t a symptom).
Getting tix for Rodders of this Parish to *finally* meet at the Chelsea game, planning on going. Then being relieved it’s called off.
Now keeping my powder dry about ‘efficiency savings’ we’ve (I’ve) had to make in the NHS over the years (now is not the time to remember cut upon Tory cuts, removing nursing bursaries & Brexit to further deplete our flatline staffing levels, right?), fear at totally unprotected colleagues, insufficiently protected colleagues (how very *dare* they downgrade WHO PPE guidelines to suit stocks we have (or can borrow from neighbouring Trusts)) friends and colleagues sick, friends Dad dead, neighbour admitted.
Getting scared when a friend in Devon (paramedics wouldn’t admit as they could still just about breathe independently) goes offline for a few hours last night and you fear they are dead (just checked doing a lot better).
Gratitude at kindness, being able to shop without crazy queues but still with crazy lack of social distance once the regular shoppers join us (facepalm).
Realisation that a lot of us will lose people close to us, remembering universal truths of impermanence and the few things that are ultimately reliable in this world.
Grateful for some recent happy memories down the Villa, as well as the downs.
Grateful to a Dad for blessing my childhood with our glory years.
Must call him and tell him I love him & Mum tomorrow.
Oh and grateful for the distraction and friendship here too. Take care of yourselves.