We had a good weekend. For the first time since March, we went out for lunch as a family. And it was delicious. I ate half of my burger before I realised I wanted to document the moment. The three bellinis I drank with it were also very, very good. We also did a small bit of necessary shopping, hit two playgrounds and went to the National Gallery. Life felt almost normal, apart from the masks.
I packaged up books I don’t need, and they’re ready for new homes thanks to my Chalet School Facebook group. Nightdresses and a bottle are off to people who need them. Our double buggy has gone. Clothes we don’t need or have worn out have been donated and recycled.
I’ve baked bread and reorganised our cupboards so I don’t keep buying the same jars of passata every week. I know now we don’t need any more tins of coconut milk. We’re using up the contents of the freezer I stocked in anticipation of shopping difficulties at the start of all this.
My gym has closed down for good. I miss it, but I started couch to 5 k yet again. I’m on week four and I ran in the rain and listened to a podcast. I wish I’d done this back in March, but better late than never.
The fog is lifting a bit. I hope this lasts.
A few weeks ago the radio I have had for ten years, through several house moves, finally met its end in the form of the tiled kitchen floor which sparks no joy whatsoever and which I cannot wait to see the back of in a few weeks. This replacement sparks a lot of joy. It’s not fancy and I chose it mainly because it had no bells and whistles and looked nice. The sound is lovely and it’s much easier to tune than the old one, which I thanked and sent off to be recycled.
This soap, which was a gift from a friend many months ago and which I finally got around to using this week. It’s a gorgeous scent and I love the thought that went into her buying me something like this.
This set of numbers marks progress for me. It’s probably not particularly notable for most gym goers but I’m finally learning to appreciate what my body can do.
I adore this picture, which was a surprise for me as I had no idea she was taking it. A reminder of the importance of others’ perspectives.
I first read this book when I was in primary school and for years I’ve been meaning to track down a copy. Thanks to my niche Facebook group for people who love reading childhood favourites no matter what age they are, this arrived and has been devoured.
This view. A place in Dublin I rarely walk around. I forgot how nice a riverside stroll can be.
Reading this, and The Ballet Family, and being happy that I found a group of people like me who enjoy school stories written decades ago.
Orchids on my budget 