Lockdown

Well, what strange times we live in.  The whole country has been told to be on lockdown in an attempt to prevent, or at the very least lessen, any further spread of COVID-19.  Will it work?  Did we leave it too late?  Will the lockdown help the Earth to heal?  Will we humans learn anything from the experience?

Even Mum's retirement development will now be banning visits from friends and family - only health professionals are allowed to enter the building - as from tomorrow (20th) for a period of 12 weeks.  What a strange feeling.  The only way I will be able to see her is to perhaps stand underneath her balcony and shout up to her!  That's if I'm allowed to drive over there anyway.  Strange times indeed.

Anyway, in light of the impending ban at Mum's, we drove over quickly tonight to drop off an office swivel chair (as she's still surviving on bare minimum furniture in the loan flat) and John took tools to lower her bedstead.  You see, she's taken on our spare bedstead, but just ordered herself a new mattress...and in the way of mattresses these days, she found it so deep that her feet couldn't touch the ground when she sat on the edge of the bed.  Thankfully, the bedstead has two height settings and it had been on the highest, so it was simply a case of dropping it down and that sorted the problem.  I didn't like to think of her struggling for the next three months.  We kept well away from her and only stayed long enough to do the work, then simply took her rubbish down to the bin store and came away.

So, to take my mind off all the virus news bulletins I have been reading this book and it's quite delightful. 

Thought for the day:

"Nothing ever goes away until it has taught us what we need to know."  (Pema Chodron)