Day 18 – Curfew – Friday 10 April 2020.
I’ve had pretty much a ‘perfect day’ today; it doesn’t happen often but when it does I realised how privileged I am to experience this. Some people never experience a perfect day…and others don’t recognise it when they do!
Starting the day off with an 8.7 mile run, I stopped half way at Weethly Church to take in the views. Green fields, sheep nibbling away, the pretty churchyard with bright yellow daffodils and the odd bluebell nodding it’s head in the breeze – what’s not to love. I so appreciate all of this.
Once home I showered and then enjoyed a video call with some running friends. It was good to discuss our runs and routes and to make loose plans for when we are able to return to our running groups and clubs to try out some of the new routes we are discovering.
Tom went food shopping for essentials for my mum – and also picked up some fresh fruit and vegetables for us – whilst I had a quick tidy-up, then sat in the garden reading. I’ve struggled to get into a good book for a couple of months so this curfew has been a blessing in that I’ve managed to find a couple of books I’ve been meaning to read for ages. I have several boxes of books here so there is always something to choose from!
Around lunchtime I head the garden gate open. Shouting down to Tom, ‘There’s a delivery man here’, (I guessed it would be something for him) he shouted back, ‘It’s your flowers’.
Puzzled (as I hadn’t ordered any flowers since curfew) I opened the box to see they were an Easter gift from our daughter and her partner. What a lovely surprise? Bizarrely, the arrangement shares her name too…Cleo!
Around 5.30pm I had a video call from my granddaughter, ‘K’, who was making chicken curry with her Nanny. It all looked very impressive so I told her she needs to carry on learning and one day she may be on Junior Masterchef!
Following that I joined a video-call with some of my best girl-friends; ‘J’ ‘J’ and ‘L’ have been in my life for around 34 years and I would be lost without them. We laughed, shared what we are doing to stay occupied and generally caught up on ‘stuff’. It was wonderful.
Finally, after watering the plants in the garden (they needed a good drink) and watching an hour of television I went to bed around 11pm – knowing I needed to be up at 6.30am for my pre-run porridge: planning an early 8 miler means I have to eat an hour before I run.
Running, chatting, best friends…all Just a Girl Thing.