What is going on? Four ambulances came up our street in half an hour. Non of them had flashing blue lights. They were all presumably making there way over the hill to the hospital (we are on the main route). We’ve also seen a helicopter going over. I will see what the evening news says.
It’s worrying because our hospital takes covid 19 patients. I worry for them. Being alone and away from their families must be a fearful time. And yet across the road there’s shouting and laughing from a closed down pub. I wonder if its allowed but I won’t report it. There could be consequences….
Road traffic seems on the increase. Apparently there has been a lot of speeding due to reduced traffic. People have been caught going over 150 miles an hour in a 70 zone and 69 in a 50 zone. Madness. There has been a rise in accidents.
Maybe that’s why the ambulances have been busy.
Today’s challenge in a friends Facebook group was to post a picture of yourself with the colour blue. I can’t find my facepaints so I put on a hat, picked up a magazine and stood in our bathroom with its blue painted walls.
I guess I could filter it and change it to intensify the blue.
Meanwhile I’m thinking of how to depict purple, which is tomorrows challenge. The idea is to collect a whole rainbow of colours and then the admin of the group will create an artwork. Interesting…
A mess of branches
before they were covered in green.
When air was cold and blue,
when stems bore ice.
When it was cold at night.
It was chill, and the moon shone,
through miriad twigs.
When night lasted
in the cold darkness,
from early dusk,
to late dawn.
Now the sun rises early
the heat rises to meet it,
I wake up late and fall asleep
in the warm morning air.
I helped design this flag with about seven other people in a competition to design a flag for the village of Penkhull, part of Stoke-on-Trent. I didn’t realise till last week that it had been entered into a national competition to choose the best flag design in an FA style set of votes.
After weeks of tension we reached the final and fought against Preston today.
The result was very close. After Preston took an early lead, votes for Penkhull overtook them. At the end the result was 52% to 48% in favour of Penkhull!
We are a village of about 6000, in a city population of about 250,000. Apparently around 6000 voted on twitter for the penkhull flag which equals 100% of Penkhulls population!
There is now talk of a European Cup of flags!!
I love green. I’ve done a painting of myself as a green woman, and this is a selfie I did in the garden today. I was trying to complete a challenge with a group of friends to post an image of myself with different colours of the rainbow. Today the colour was green. I started out wrapping a pale green scarf round my head, but it didn’t work very well, so I went outside and stuck my head through the leaves of various bushes.
Are you doing any strange challenges or being prompted to do things you wouldn’t normally do?
Art you enjoying doing some crafts or art work. What occupies your time in these odd times?
I’m going to keep my distance and still wear a mask.
The latest in the UK is that from Monday six people can gather in a garden as long as they keep two meters distance. You can even use the bathroom as long as you thoroughly clean the toilet and wash your hands.
So that will be everyone running round looking for barbecue charcoal and burgers. Buying beer. Drinking, hugging, having a laugh. It’s already happening near us. A closed public house has people meeting in their beer garden. Hidden behind a fence, but you can hear four or five people laughing and joking. No I’m not against fun! Please don’t think that. But there are a lot of vulnerable people about…
One, asymptomatic or presymptomatic person meets five friends, they share a beer or three. The next day he visits his mate and the mates elderly parents in their garden. Then he pops down to the shop for some food for tomorrow’s barbie. He doesn’t bother about keeping apart, he’s relaxed because he’s been able to meet friends and relatives, different people on each day.
Barbecue day arrives, the sun is shining, but our friend feels under the weather. He’s got a bit of a fever and a dry cough. His partner is cooking breakfast but he can’t smell it. He decides to dial 111 (our health telephone line), and is told to book a test. He needs to drive himself to the test center, which is forty miles away, or they will post him a kit out. Eventually it arrives, but he’s too ill, his partner has started feeling under the weather and they are worried about their parents.
Track and Trace can’t find out all the contacts because of the number of people involved.
So I’m keeping a distance and wearing a mask. It may not be much of a defence.
The wire fairies dance together,
flying in a fair,
Twisting and switching
through the warm air.
Flitting through the flowers,
chasing errant bees,
hiding in the trumpet flowers
of convolvulus and weeds.
Little silver fairies,
made of twisted wire,
forged by clever, loving hands,
metal from the fire.