Monthly Archives: March 2021

A little unicorn for breakfast.

Frannie likes fluffy and soft things to chew.

Anything inanimate or living, no preference really, slippers, shoes, Bonnie’s legs, cushions, cats, chickens, it’s all lovely.

So we’ve given her a little blue unicorn to love.

He has now been loved very much for 2 minutes and there isn’t much left of him.

But everyone else is safe and my shoes…for now…

Lateral flow before breakfast.

Millie and her classmates are testing for Covid 19 twice a week before school. They do it themselves. For the record I have tried a test to gain some empathy for this process.

There will be sneezing and retching.

Do not touch the fuzzy bit of the swab.

Do not let the dog touch the fuzzy bit of the swab.

Do not let the dog touch the test.

No silica gel is not the liquid.

Did I mention do not touch the fuzzy bit of the swab?

Enjoy your day at school.

Coffee and a bite.

Little nip anyone?

Training is underway, teenage pup loves to nibble and it’s easily redirected. Just don’t give up on them, they want to be good.

Home help.

The cats love home learning, piles of paper and warm laptops.

Makes essay writing a challenge but I have it on good authority they have never missed an assembly.

Our lockdown restrictions are slowly starting to lift. We can stay local, schools are opening next week on a gradual slow return, more people are receiving the vaccines and Covid infections are for now, very low.

This three months of lockdown has felt an awful lot longer. Two of mine are taller, one has got into college and one dog has grown gangly legs.

Feels like spring is coming and with it, more changes.

Who’s there?

Who’s there?

Not sure really, it’s a strange dog, lady creature clutching milk bottles and dressed in pyjamas. Blinking at the bright morning light and scowling at a passer-by for daring to look at her and her two dog heads peaking out of her legs.

The schools in Wales are starting up for the older children, staggering the return until full time education resumes after the Easter holidays. They have been learning from home for three months this time. It’s been challenging and lonely for them, the lack of interaction has been hard.

There will be years ahead when we will see this play out I think.

Summer catch up school brings a look of sheer horror to my three’s faces. I can’t imagine there will be much enthusiasm at the prospect of that.

Covid infections are now at levels we saw in October 2020. The vaccination program brings me hope we will see normality of some sort and a return to leaving the house very soon.

Perception.

Nearly a year in a new captivity, a new world of masks, home learning and fear of getting close.

A year of extremes.

A year that screens became the window to the world.

A year of superheroes in blue.

A year that saw my children grow out of their shoes and I didn’t need to replace them.

A year of insomnia and stars I didn’t know existed, early morning breath and bird song, dogs racing through discarded masks and gloves.

A year where the doorstep and the sky outside felt too big.

A year we are still here, lucky to continue, reluctant to move forward for fear of leaving behind that which we’ve lost.

A year.

Child on wheels.

It’s the art of making things look funny when really I’m hating every minute and would rather be sipping espresso martinis on a beach in Barbados with sunburn and giving no hoots about beach body ready or any of that rubbish.

The news has caught more people going to parties, having their hair dyed in car parks or actually being outside and having the audacity to drive somewhere nice and drink a coffee. We are told we must wait another few weeks and see if we are allowed out to travel to a destination for exercise without infecting each other with more variants named after nice places.

But the sun is shining!

Do you not know how lovely it is in Swansea when the sun shines? It’s so rare that a day without rain would be classified as a drought. I walked to my local park and felt the warmth and smelt the fumes from a passing moped piled on with screaming teenagers.

But anyhow, children on wheels are much easier to manoeuvre.

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