Yet another twist to the Covid-19 story, as if it wasn’t dramatic enough – we were finally getting into watching a half reasonable programme on the TV last night (non-Covid-19) and the news flashed up that Boris Johnson is now in intensive care. Bloody Hell. Not only that, but there was then, and has been through the night, a lot of twittering that the PM’s office knew how unwell he was but kept it quiet, whilst Russia’s media were already talking about it on Sunday evening… have I got stuck in some weird dream where I am a Russian spy locked away in Spain and getting ready to fight the an unknown enemy (although that is a fairly standard dream, now I come to think of it)… ? I’m starting to get very worried about the next twist in the UK story… although… Dominic Raab as the stand-in? The biggest supporter of dismantling the NHS… (and half Czech to boot!) – that could take some beating…
Then, just as we were watching the Boris news breaking out, my tennis coach sent me a photo of his courts in Prague, with a note that he and they are waiting for me, and if I can get there, we can play today!! For God’s sake! What IS going on? Is it April Fools? No. We’ve had that (and are living it by all accounts). Unfortunately, of course, I cannot get there today, and frankly at the moment I wonder if I can still actually hit a tennis ball (tennis is a funny old game.. even after playing it for hundreds of years, if I go longer than about three days without hitting a ball I turn into a maniac on the court). Sadly I am not about to find out, but amazing and great news that the CR is already starting to relax its lockdown (first to do it early, first to stop!). Let’s hope it is the right decision. Spain also continues to improve, so it may be that I will be able to get out on court sooner than a plane arriving to take us back to Prague…
So, anyway, that was last night. This morning I was up again quite early, partly as my brain even when asleep wanted to check on the situation with Boris, and partly as the weather forecast for today was particularly good. As I had quite a few messages about yesterday’s blog, I started with answering those – actually this is probably a good time to say THANK YOU to everyone that is reading it (I can’t quite believe how many!) and commenting/liking/calling… and sorry if I haven’t said it or responded properly… I am reading everything though, and getting spurred on each day to keep writing it! I even had a message last night from one of the first ladies that I ever employed (that was never the plan, but apart from two guys who were gay, and one that was debateable, I only ever had ladies working for me in nearly 30 years – fear, I suppose) who said that she always remembers me going on about ‘big potatoes’ and wondering what I meant… so that was great!
Jan was lying low most of the morning; partly, I think, in a bit of a black fog as the Czech situation seems to be so much better than here, partly as the weather was not yet as good as it was supposed to be, and partly as his Blackberry (yes, he is the one that keeps Blackberry in business) wasn’t working properly. Which, apart from the possibility of getting sick (any old sick…. not just CV-19, as mentioned before), is our biggest fear – what if our phones stop working??!!! How awful it is that we have all become so dependent on them. It would also, sadly, have been his mother’s birthday today, so that was sad for him (although we both agree that if our mothers were alive right now, what a huge stress that would be (his in Prague, mine in the UK, both would have been well into their 90s….).
By lunchtime, though, the sun started to come out in more ways than one, I had spoken to various friends and done a bit of work, and it was time to get biking (in my case) and running around in circles (in Jan’s). I must say, sitting on an exercise bike for nearly an hour must be one of the most boring activities ever invented (in my humble opinion, ranking well up there with watching water drain out of the pool (again today, and no we don’t have a cover (someone asked, thank you)), running up and down the garden, and watching news for what seems like 24 hours a day. Oh, and taking the rubbish to the bin at the end of the road, although that does have its moments – I bumped into one of our neighbours (not literally, of course, as I had my 2 metre stick with me 😊) the other evening and spoke to a DIFFERENT PERSON, which was exciting).
But it does give a lot of time for thinking and singing. So that’s good. And today on the bike I was pondering our neighbours as it is so weird to know that people are living around us but never actually seeing or speaking to them, especially when some are our friends (plus they can maybe hear my singing and may not want to be friends again). I am sure, though, that if we ever all get out of here, there is going to be one Hell of a party!
Not too much to report in the afternoon; a bit of TV watching (and still getting very irritated, of course), a bit of messaging and a bit of working. Plus no supermarket today as we stocked up yesterday and, frankly, that walk is getting awfully boring! And then the evening and dinner loomed and the big question of booze or no booze (I just managed it last night… but a challenge.. Not one that Jan is ready to take yet…). So that was our 24th day. Only another 18 to go….!!