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It’s 7.30am. I’ve been up an hour and already I have poured the chicken stock I made with last night’s roast chicken carcass down the sink, having left it on the bench to cool and forgotten it overnight. It sat in the grey light of the morning, an accusation of waste and neglect. I poured it out and took the soggy remains to the bin outside. It’s rubbish collection day.
Yesterday, I read somewhere it has been 7 weeks since restrictions began.
Yesterday my eight year old daughter wrote a line as part of her remote learning English lesson, that said: The kids at my school used to play chase (before the virus came).
And I wanted to cry.
I made toast and eggs for breakfast for the kids, a pot of leaf tea for M and I, and soaked homemade muesli. The eggs come from a friend’s farm, delivered once a week along with veggies and fruit. I ‘pay’ for this on a barter system. I manage their website. It’s working well. Most things are homemade now. my husband began making sourdough bread last year, having requested a sourdough bread making workshop for his birthday. He’s been making it ever since and it is divine.
I lost my casual role as a booking assistant for a holiday letting company three days into the beginning of the domino days of early corona virus. I didn’t mind really. We’d already been asked to keep kids home if we could and I have one high schooler with ASD2 and one primary schooler. How does anyone teach, work, and run a house?
Clearly people do, but how?
Yesterday, I read somewhere it has been 7 weeks since restrictions began.
Yesterday my eight year old daughter wrote a line as part of her remote learning English lesson, that said: The kids at my school used to play chase (before the virus came).
And I wanted to cry.
I made toast and eggs for breakfast for the kids, a pot of leaf tea for M and I, and soaked homemade muesli. The eggs come from a friend’s farm, delivered once a week along with veggies and fruit. I ‘pay’ for this on a barter system. I manage their website. It’s working well. Most things are homemade now. my husband began making sourdough bread last year, having requested a sourdough bread making workshop for his birthday. He’s been making it ever since and it is divine.
I lost my casual role as a booking assistant for a holiday letting company three days into the beginning of the domino days of early corona virus. I didn’t mind really. We’d already been asked to keep kids home if we could and I have one high schooler with ASD2 and one primary schooler. How does anyone teach, work, and run a house?
Clearly people do, but how?