..endeavour to find some PPE

Feels like I'm rather late to the party on this score but c'est la vie such is me. Been meaning to have a virtual moan on this one for some time now but when there's such a lot else not to do avoidence  remarkably still seems to sit there top of the pile on my skill set. Needs must however and circumstances have forced me to spill forth my frustrations.

So PPE where does one start. A little while ago our overly large household sucumbed to the dreaded diarrhoea, was going to use stars but having amazed myself that I can actually spell the word you will now be forced to read it. It was brought to the house by son 2, son 1 escaped, being in Wales has its advantages.  Next  OH got it, then son 3 and finally son 4 and yours truly. There's the rub, son 4 and yours truly got it at the end of the week, the day before the shop was due to arrive. Our bountiful supply of toilet rolls (pre-covid obviously) was down to one, now hidden in my bathroom, of course. Thankfully as the last precious sheets were flushed down the loo there was the much heralded sound of heavy wheeled vehicle crunching across the chippings.  Shopping had arrived, phew!

Never again would such occurance take place on my watch. We must have been the only household that could have supplied supermarkets with loo roll during that now forgotten panic. And there's the rub, once bitten twice shy.  Government had its warning, Cygnus report, other countries running out blah de blah, old news I know and it's all about the tests now, not prepared there either it seems.

So why the moan and why now? Well there are still issues with the above, unsurprisingly most of the world has them but for some crazy reason our PM sees fit to send moi back to work with 28 small children who won't have an ef***in' clue how to socially distance themselves.  Guess coming from Eton he's used to classes of 15 or less.  I was in with just 4 yesterday and they just don't get it. Plus that's the least of our problems! Hygiene hah, we've tried for years, snuffle stations to stop snotty tissues littering carpets, sandpits, snack tables....just doesn't happen. TA got jet sprayed by snot yesterday during socially distanced reading session.

Then there's the issue of  son 3 almost dying of an asthma attack when he was 8. Son 2 said it was the worse birthday he'd ever had, waking up without his brother and then having to spend it celebrating in hospital. S3 is not high risk, it was thankfully a one off but one offs do happen and they are not always one off and without adequate PPE and testing then there's a strong possibility that one of those snotty sneezes or carelessly discarded tissues will infect moi and as with the diarrhoea it will spread through all of us and running out of loo roll will be the least of our problems.

And there endith my moan on PPE.

...celebrate the little things.

Oh joy, after a morning spent visiting one of my favourite blogs that has brought much needed humour to a rather sorrowful time I have the added pleasure of realising I can once again access my blog. 'Mine's not to reason why but' to just think thank f*** for that and try to write/type again.

It's been an eventful year thus far and Covid has taken a back seat to redundancies, school rejections, deaths and funerals. Ain't life a ball!  Thankfully all virus free and grateful that eldest is isolating himself in our house in Wales. We offered to bring him back after the funeral. He graciously declined so we left him a cat for company, breathed a sigh of relief and jumped in the car before he changed his mind. His girlfriend has bravely opted to do what we hoped not to and frankly if their relationship survives this then it is a 'made in heaven' and she'll definitely be one worth keeping. Much as we love him dearly he was the first to agree that endless weeks of forced close contact 24/7 would have resulted in a homocide. So 6 become 5 and one less portion of pasta needed, thanks be, 3 bags go nowhere when your locking down with 4 full grown males! Tried to sneak my gluten free packet in as  an extra but foiled at the till.

Anyway, yesterday we finally had some good news in amongst all the gloom. No 3 son has been offered a place on a Foundation degree ballet course and all is well again for him and for me, who loves to watch him dance.  The funeral was for my mother who died in March on Friday 13th, no 1 son's favourite film, she always did have a soft spot for him. Grateful for the little things in current times, we got to be with her at the end and were allowed a small private funeral. My mother loved to dance, as did my dad, and, although I cry everytime I watch no 3 perform because they won't get to see him, I know their love of dance lives on in him.

The Nutcracker -2019