7 April 2020
Titch had a call with his Berlin-based friend earlier - so lovely to hear them chatting, and to listen to him practicing his German lesson before the call (his friend has perfect English so he didn’t use it then, but he wants to learn for future visits). He’s now playing cheerfully by himself, without us setting up an activity or plan in advance and without screens. This alone feels like A Win.
The PM was admitted to intensive care last night - it feels deeply ominous, somehow. I got sucked into an evening of refreshing Twitter in direct contravention of my self-imposed Twitter/Facebook curfew and felt wildly anxious and agitated by bedtime. To the extent that I found myself getting really quite annoyed over the vexed question of a friends veg box mystery greens. I mean, really. I’m not proud.
With the repeated calls to Stay At Home I’m feeling more and more reticent about going out at all, despite sticking faithfully to the advice about contact, duration etc. I need to go to the supermarket tomorrow for some fresh supplies but feel really quite hesitant to do so. Needs must - we have no Easter eggs!