Today I am working from the other side of my dining room table, just for a change of view. This is the third day that I've not worn shoes and I haven't left the house, other than to poke my head out into the back garden, since I went to the post office on Tuesday. My face feels puffy and I'm achey from lack of exercise.
I spoke to dad yesterday as it was his 70th birthday. I didn't realise but there were some crossed wires somewhere and he was expecting me to go and see him. I told him I was hoping to go on Saturday but I'm not really sure I should. I feel terrible that he spent his birthday on his own.
I'm a bit concerned because he can't get a delivery slot from the supermarket for three weeks and he's housebound. His cleaner goes in every day to make him some breakfast and leave him a sandwich for later, and Uncle Philip goes most days with a few things, but I'm still concerned. And it's difficult when I live so far away and don't have a car.
I've been looking at some home delivery services for hot food so I'll have a chat with him and see if I can get that set up.
We're due to go to the lake district next weekend for a couple of nights with Sarah & Steve and Kaz & Paul. At present we're all still up for it - we decided that as long as we're not officially restricted from travelling and we're all well then we should still go. I've got the number of the local pub so I'll see if they're still open, but even if they're not it'll be great to just get outside and get some fresh air in my lungs. I dare say it's easier to isolate yourself in the countryside.
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