A bit weird

Inside my home things don't feel too strange, other than the fact that I'm not going out very much. It's uncomfortable to think about how very strange.... and let's face it, awful every day life must be for some people during this pandemic.

I'm sitting in my bed typing away as a form of therapy I think. I'm even listening to classical music, which I do approximately one day of each year(!).

I'm doing lots of cooking, listening to lots of music, watching lots of films. Bit of drawing, playing a bit of guitar, typing. Hiding away from what is the most serious situation I've ever lived through.

Then I look at the news. I see stories on twitter from people who have lost loved ones and can't be with their families. Can't have funerals. I simply cannot imagine how devastating that is.

I see the NHS staff working so hard to helps people and I can't image how they can bear to get up and go into a hospital and risk their own lives to save others.

It's such an odd feeling to be living quite a normal life when nothing is normal. I'm even planning to take some photos of some newish clothes for this blog.... but I'm not going to be ordering clothes any time soon because I suddenly have to think about money in a way I haven't really had to before. And I'm one of the lucky ones who is still getting a wage and working from home!

I don't really know what this post is about or who it is for, but hey. Typing sometimes soothes me and maybe there are some folk out there who just want to read random musings written by a random woman?!

One thing I do know is that I'm lucky to not be alone in my home. Not everyone is in that position and it must be lonely to be isolated. I'll reply to comments if anyone reads this and wants to chat. Same with emails. It's never felt more important to be there for each other and we can't do it physically, but we sure as shit can do it online!