Number147

By Number147

Sunday

Been for a walk and spent a few hours gardening in a t shirt! 

This tiny snail greeted me from the kitchen window.

Four years ago today was the last day the club was open before lockdown. Two people, in my blip that day, died so did not return when we reopened 5 months later. 

I struggled with going back to work. Dressed in plastic, wearing masks, not being allowed to leave the premises, keeping our distances yet still having to carry out toileting. It was so hard! (Not nearly as hard as working in a hospital obviously) It seems surreal now. I was so worried about getting covid! In the end, I caught it by getting on a plane.

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