self isolation

Day 7 – Before and after

Today would have been my first day out after 14 days of self isolation, but here we are on day 7 of the Lockdown, still at home.

Outside the traffic on the road seems a lot busier than it has been for the last few days. Perhaps the weekend reduced some of the commuter traffic. Let’s just hope that it’s not down to people venturing out more than they should.

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Before

Before

I’ve been mulling over for a few days now whether or not to shave my head. I’ve always wanted to do it, but I never really had the opportunity to. Until now.

The prospect of being out of public sight for a few months means that no matter how ridiculous I look, there’s only one other person who has to put up with it.

I did receive some friendly family guidance. It ranged from, “Don’t do it” to, “make sure you put something on the floor before you start”.

I also did a mental check-up of all the implications of having a shaved head. Would I need a nightcap to keep my head warm in bed? Will my glasses still fit properly? How much will I save on shampoo?

I popped my electric shaver on charge. It’s only meant for trimming beards and I didn’t want to to run out half way through leaving me looking like a Peaky Blinders reject.

During

I couldn’t reach the back of my head.

Fully charged and with the bathroom floor covered in black bin liners, I was ready to take the plunge.

It actually felt rather pleasant. Large clumps of hair tumbling from my head. It all was going so well until, I realised that I couldn’t reach the back of my head.

I had to call for assistance and once they stopped laughing and composed themselves, the task was completed.

Most of the hair had fallen to the ground, onto the bags. The hair that didn’t make it to the floor was mostly in my mouth.

Usually when I have a hair cut I ask for a number 2 back and sides with a good trim on the top. So apart from losing all of the top, it doesn’t really look or feel much different.

However there is one small problem which I hadn’t accounted for. My phone. As far as Apple is concerned this is no longer my face.

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After

It’s going to be interesting to see how it grows back. Usually after a trip to the hairdressers everything is neatly layered and grows back uniformly. My hair will now grow back at the same rate across my whole head and by the summer I will look like Chewbacca.

Stay in and stay safe.

Day 14 (6) – Status quo

Bee

Bee

By the end of today we will have completed our 14 days of self-isolation. Not that that makes much difference as we will be entering the second week of the Lockdown. Nothing will really change.

We did manage to get out yesterday for some exercise in a nearby park. It was strange to see so few people there, and so spread out. It’s usually bustling with runners and dog walkers and young children riding bikes.

People were creating their own passing places on the pathways to allow others to stay the minimum distance apart. At times it looked like some carefully choreographed performance.

No one spoke, perhaps in fear that an open mouth would let the virus in or out. So just a nod of the head and an expression of ‘WTF’.

Unfazed by any of this, the flora and fauna. Budding trees, spring blossom and frogspawn. Life really does go on. See mini gallery below.

Today, as the weather turns noticeably colder, most of my time has been spent in Animal Crossings – New Horizons. Building a new world far away from this troubled one of ours. Having said that, trying to find iron nuggets does seem to be a problem.

We’ve also signed up for a six month free trial of Disney+. We got this as part of a mobile phone package. Last night we watched The Mandalorian. Wow. Every episode (and so far we’ve been rationed to three) was like a mini feature film. I personally think it has found the mix of humour and engaging storylines that I smooch enjoyed in early Star Wars films. And with the surreal world playing outside, this was a more believable reality, almost comforting.

Sadly I also watched Mary Poppins Returns. I made it as far as them all getting into the bath and decided that putting the clocks forward to British Summer Time was the only hour I was prepared to give up this weekend. No matter how much I beg you to let me watching it again – don’t.

Please remember to stay home and stay safe.

Day 9 – Or should that be Day 1?

Yellow flowersI can go several minutes without seeing a car pass the window. It has never been this quiet, not even over Christmas. The buses are empty and again the majority of vehicles seem to be vans and lorries. It is quiet.

We were lucky that we had a food order in place ahead of the lockdown announcement as trying to get a delivery slot now is impossible this side of Easter. Everything was left in bags on the step with the delivery guy standing on the pavement waiting for us to take it all in. It is surreal.

I’ve been able to occupy myself with some work today which has kept me away from the rolling news. I actually feel better for that. There’s always a danger of RNI – repetitive news injury – where you become so overwhelmed by it all. It is stressful.

We had a vey emotional visit from our daughter and grandson this morning. We were exchanging food supplies. We left theirs on the doorstep and watched as they arrived. Waving at each other through the window. The little guy looked confused as to why we were not opening the door to let them in. I have no idea when I’ll get to kiss and hug them again. It is painful.

Outside, the bit of it we can venture into, the garden is calling. I need to disinfect the greenhouse and clear more borders. I am hoping that the delivery of my plants and compost will not have been effected but the new measures, but I’m seeing lots of delivery van driving past, so I’m optimistic. I also hope that this glorious weather lasts until Thursday and Friday when I have some time off work and I can crack on. It is Spring.