I was thinking last night, as my husband and daughter were playing ping pong on the dining table, that I am blessed to be in lockdown with those two. I wish our son were also with us; for all the stress of such close quarters, it’s lovely to have the excuse to spend time together.
I hope you are all staying safe and healthy and making the most of the difficult situations we’re all in. Kia kaha!
It is heartening having a Prime Minister who is hard as nails, but compassionate and human. When asked if the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy would still be working during lockdown, she made certain to reassure children they were essential services. She’s also provided Easter egg colouring sheets for kids to colour and put in their windows for a hands-off Easter egg hunt.
I’m thankful for the warm weather we’ve been having. Life in the shed is just fine if the sun is out.
The forecast is for sun, but this morning dawned foggy and damp.
I ran out of the building wrap we used for the shed today and had to switch to the wrap the builders left behind from the house. It’s lower quality, and unfortunately the printing shows through. So I’ll type out today’s poem, because it’s difficult to read in the photo. Might have to start using a double layer of wrap …
Our hand basin
Who art in the bathroom
Hallowed be thy name
Thy hand soap run,
Thy germs be gone
From hands and under fingernails.
Give us this day our daily scrub
And forgive us for hoarding hand sanitiser
As we forgive those who cleaned out the toilet paper
Lead us not to hoard wine,
But deliver us some nice fruits and vegetables
For thine is the germ-busting power of soap
For ever and ever.
I love the reactions my poems are getting on the fence. This morning I found a beautiful painted rock left for me. And two days ago, a neighbour stopped to recite her own pandemic poem to me. I look forward to meeting all my neighbours properly some day.
Another foggy damp morning here. The light from streetlights and spilling out of people’s windows looks solid in the fog.