Asked to take part in a secret book project, I kept a diary for the first 7 days of the COVID-19 lock down. The brain child of May More, her plan is to publish the thoughts & feelings of 7 bloggers for 7 days in one book. Here’s an excerpt from my entries:
I used to keep a diary from childhood to teen, but not for years. I thought it might be of relevance to be involved in a time limited project that captures people’s thoughts in unprecedented times. I was acquainted with some of the other 6 diarists before we embarked on this venture and others I barely knew, but sharing our thoughts and reading the results when this is all put together will remedy that. From tasters released, I can see that we have very different living situations, outlooks and challenges which we are balancing during this time of enforced lock down.
I am happy to have the three most important people in my world sharing my living space and lucky enough that we seem to be co-operating well. We get outside for fresh air and exercise, I know not everyone is so fortunate.
Missy began the seven days with her post, which can be found here
Jae followed up with day 2, which can be found here
ML took the day 3 slot which can be found here
His Lordship wrote about the 4th day which you can read here
Sweetgirl followed on with the 5th day which you can find here
There is 1 more diarist – May More – whose day 7 entry follows mine
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6 April 2020 – Day 6
It was pleasant walking this morning, despite the light drizzle and a drop in temperature, the birds were chorusing and communicating. The news this morning was heavy with reactions to the Queen’s motivational speech last night. A comedian has died and the PM was admitted to hospital, which emphasises the harsh reality of this virus. On the flip side some high profile celebrities are taking on initiatives to support the frontline workers.
It’s my day off so I can suit myself how to spend my time, but phone calls relating to settling my father’s estate need to be made. Once they’re done it’s pleasant chatting on Twitter with existing and new friends who’ve been doing a music challenge. It’s been uplifting to share music memories and be introduced to new tracks. My playlist is expanding daily.
After lunch I shut myself away in my spare room/ office to revise a serial I for which edits were recently returned. It isn’t easy seeing “red pen” over something I’ve written, but I trust this editor. I expand my story in suggested places and tighten it up in others. After working on it for about 2 hours I’m at the end, but I’m still not happy with it.
Now, however, my dog is jumping hopefully, indicating enthusiasm for a walk in the woods. We follow a track leading us to a neighbouring golf club. Ordinarily we’d never walk this route for fear of trespassing and being hit by balls, but it is deserted and beautiful by the water features. Seeing ducks and geese in a peaceful setting soothes us.
Once home, I wrestle with story edits a little longer before deciding to take a break. My OH gets back from walking our other dog and starts preparing the evening meal. Afterwards the kids take their turn at washing up.
OH and I spend the evening together watching a drama. When everyone goes to bed, I have some time to myself to catch up. I check my site, twitter feed and write this diary while watching TV shows that only I enjoy.
I realise my mood has plummeted, presumably from thinking about my dad’s estate. It’s the end of an era, his house has to be sold, all our family mementos cleared, it’s tough. What feels worst of all is that he planned to leave us, his children, a nice legacy, to cushion our lives going forward. However the impact of Covid-19 on market values means that nest egg is dwindling before it’s even passed on. I feel responsible this is happening on my watch, although the situation is unprecedented, nothing anybody could do.
I shed a few tears before I go to sleep. Tomorrow would be my dad’s birthday.
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I have been working constantly this year, some of you might not have been aware that my father died in mid January. I did not take any time off, instead preferring to distract myself and keep going. We were able to have his cremation, but the Covid-19 shutdown prevented us holding the carefully planned memorial in celebration of his 91 years. I was still working as my company’s business is deemed essential but I am to be furloughed as of next week.
I think it is time I took a breather from everything. My family and my health must take priority. I will probably continue to write but to a much looser agenda.