When all I want to do is hug my children, I have to give myself a good shake and pull myself together. My 'children' (27 & 28) are healthy and safe, just a long way away from me. I give myself a reality check - I am so lucky! So many people will be with their families right now, and living in a nightmare. That makes me feel very sad, and pretty helpless to be honest. As one of the lucky ones there's not a huge amount I can do to change the lives of these families.
Since Lockdown, and our move to working from home, I have been continually inspired and proud to be part of the North Argyll Carers Centre Team, and I so admire the amazing work that our Young Carers Team are doing every day to support their young people. How wonderful to be able to bring some happy moments into these children's lives right now.
Missing my love of photographing people I have joined the national trend for offering doorstep photo shoots. I can stand at the end of the garden, or even on the pavement outside, and capture a family together, using a long lens on my camera. Thanks to my lovely neighbours, Lawrie & Hilary for agreeing to be my first photo shoot. And there's a donation going to Young Carers from every photo shoot I do, so it's a win-win situation for us all. I'll need to buy some more giant bubbles though! Wee Archie loved them. And so did I.
We shared a lot of laughter at our Zoom Coffee Morning yesterday, thanks to the antics of Cathie as she read us this:
'Having queued up, patiently and socially distancing, as I neared the entrance a shop worker clipped a carabiner onto the belt loop of my jeans, my perplexed expression must have said it all as she explained that whilst people are distancing in the queue outside, they aren't distancing once inside the store.
I've just got back from a truly awful shopping trip there.
Having queued up, patiently and socially distancing, as I neared the entrance a shop worker clipped a carabiner onto the belt loop of my jeans, my perplexed expression must have said it all as she explained that whilst people are distancing in the queue outside, they aren't distancing once inside the store.
So what some Donut has dreamt up is to rope 6 ir so customers together with 2m of rope between each of us WTAF.
Well these are strange times and with the threat of a second wave of infection I thought I'd best not complain and just tow the line (so to speak).
I'm telling you now, what an absolutely idiotic idea this is. We've negotiated our way in to the store, some with trolleys and others trying to grab a basket before the berserk conga line drags them away.
I'm was near the middle of the rope picking up some veg, the woman at the front, who was trussed up like a kid in a harness was trying to drag the whole line to the apples and the bloke at the back trying to pull the other way to get his hands on last weeks courgettes which were now this weeks courgette offer.
It was like tug-of-war for the deranged.
It's embarrassing to say, but I lost it, started ranting and raving about the rope and how the hell are people meant to shop like this, I went to unclip the carabena which miraculously brought the attention of the staff who told me I'd be asked to leave the shop if I uncliped. "FFS we're not rock climbing, we're trying to buy cheese" are words which I'll carry with me to my grave.
Strangely this outburst had the effect of bringing our train together as a team.
We carried on now with lots of communication, people passing stuff along the line to other to fill their baskets. Now I know passing things to one another could spread the infection as much as person to person contact but I honestly think if we hadn't of done, I'd still be there now.
As we started along the aisle I generally refer to as "biscuits and creosote", it was clear from the melee that all was not well in the adjacent aisle. As far as I could tell there had been 2 trains of people and a lady in the middle of one chain had ducked under the other to get her hands on a pop-art cat bed. The tangle had resulted in a multi-pedestrian pile up in which the epicentre resembled the deity Dogra, it wasn't clear how long they'd been there but one old chap was trying to free himself by feverishly sawing at the rope with his house keys.
We navigated the remaining aisles without major trauma, other than having to rescue Doreen (2nd in line) after she fell in the chest freezer trying to reach the last beef Wellington. We were individually unclipped prior to the till, at which point any camaraderie we'd had quickly evaporated as everyone scrambled for the first available till.
With the ordeal still impeding rational thought, it was a welcome and familiar sight to have the check out throw all my shopping on the floor in the normal 1000mph fashion. I really did not appreciate being strung along like that, but I hope you did.
It’s good to smile have a good day'.
Starting next week I'm going to run a monthly challenge on here, with a wee prize each month for the winner, so keep an eye out!
And if you're needing a bit of exercise, why not try the 'Flamingo Swing'?
See you tomorrow.