May turned into my leanest month for blogging since July last year. My excuse then was that I was on holiday, often without wifi. This year, things are different. I have wifi, I have moved blogging hosts and my blog isn’t constantly down. But what I don’t really have is inspiration. Nor do I have a great deal of libido for writing anything particularly sexy. But I’m going to try to use Every Damn Day in June to get this show back on some kind of road.
I think this is the third year Hy from A dissolute life Means has costed Every Damn Day in June. I can’t promise to publish every day, but I am going to try. To at lease sit down and write something. It might not be especially sexy, but then it might be. You’ll just have to watch this space and see.
Monday 1st June
This is meant to be my 7th shift as an NHS clinical contact tracer. So far I’ve managed to get as far as to log on. But I’ve spoken to no Covid cases nor their contacts. I have no way of knowing how many people have work to do. I can see lots of people (fellow clinical tracers) online. Maybe there just isn’t enough work to go around. Or maybe the system isn’t working properly. I’d contact someone, but other than tech support I’ve not been provided with any contact details. The tech support is overwhelmed – earlier when I wanted advice on how to get my headphones to work with the system the queue was long. It hardly moved for 2 hours, then I accidentally clicked away. It’s frustrating.
No matter what you think of the way this has (is being) set up, there is no doubt it is the way out of lockdown. I really want to do something to help. Heaven knows I have little else to occupy me. We should be heading to Spain this week for a touring holiday via Seville then onto France. My apartment sits empty and unloved. And, I’m stuck here waiting.
We’ve been going out less often. It’s strange really. At the start I went out most days, just to be outside of the confines of the house. I walked around town and looked at the closed shops, the people queuing for the few that were open. I looked in wonderment at the ‘temporary closure’ signs. 10 weeks later temporary has a whole new meaning. We’ve started doing fewer, bigger grocery shops, rotating the supermarket for variety. When I can I visit the butcher for different, better quality meat. Occasionally we get a takeaway, but mainly we rotate dishes and hunt for new recipes to vary the taste.
Plus, two weekends in a row we’ve driven half an hour or so to get a change of scenery and walk. Thankfully the weather has been fantastic, so we have been able to picnic and also to have a little fun (see yesterday’s Sinful Sunday). So, all is not lost.
In fact all is good really. We are together, we are safe and well and we can go out. We aren’t mixing with others (other than my mum). I miss my son, but know he is fine and that I can hopefully see him soon. So, it really is time to get back to blogging. I hope others will join me and Hy for Every Damn Day in June.