Mutant…

Monday…

I’m sitting in my car having my tea break. The car park is opposite the hospital where My Lady passed away. On Saturday that disgusting creature, Bojo, announced that Christmas is pretty much cancelled. A new strain of Coronavirus has appeared in the South East. 70% more transmissible, it seems to be rampant. As a result Precious can only stay for Christmas day. How the hell is that going to work? Simple… It won’t. As a family, we have been more socially responsible than most but I’ll be damned if I’m not having her home as planned. I’ll drive up there on an emergency evac tomorrow if I have to.

Tuesday…

I came home from work yesterday and Precious was already here. Since My Lady’s passing, I felt the strong urge to create a new online persona. As a result, I have two Facebook accounts now. The original one is rarely used any more since bonding with my Subs Clubs friends. Precious had sent me messages reminding me that she was coming, yet I had it in my head that she was coming today. Strange. It’s not like I didn’t know. That’s old me behaviour. I don’t like that very much. Still, she is home and I’m the happiest I’ve been in I don’t know how long. I’m annoyed I didn’t get the house spotless before she came. I always like to make a big effort when she comes.

I’m just about to take Mr C for a walk. It’s drizzling. Just the kind of rain I like to walk in when I’m feeling contemplative. I think I’ll listen to my meditations playlist while I’m out. I might have a hot shower when I get back, it depends on how cold I am. I seriously need to cut back on the Lush baths though. My Gas bill this month… Yikes!

The drizzle dry’s up almost as soon as I set foot out of the house. Of course it does… It tries a few times while we are out and each time I raise my face to the sky, wishing it would rain harder. For some reason this is important to me. I’ll wait until it starts again and nip out for a short walk.

One thing that occurred to me while I was out walking through the copse of oaks trees. For years, maybe even since we first moved to the Ham, every winter whenever walking in the copses, I always have this image of a huge branch breaking off and flattening me. Seriously, every year. It’s not as irrational as you might think. Again, every year, there are many times when a huge limb has fallen on the footpaths we walk most days. Even quite a few whole trees have ended up completely blocking the path.

‘What a stupid way to die.’ I thought to myself. Sounds about right.

Wednesday…

I’ve spent all day blitzing the house. I’m so exhausted I’m going to bed early…