Just wrote to my MP because this happened today….
I just had a man knock on the door, he’d spoken to my husband last week, he had nothing, we gave him a bit of money and some bread and cheese. I asked him if he had spoken to the council homeless team. He said they just come out with a flask with a lukewarm drink and a few protein bars. He can’t easily eat them as he has no teeth. He used to run a business but had to sell it. He’s living in a tent by the river. (all this was discussed at a distance well over six foot).
Is there anything that can be done for him. All I know is his name is ……. and he is in his fifties by the look of it.
What is going on. How have we come to this. I think he would have knocked on the door even without what is going on now. People should not be in this situation.
Stay safe and sheltered.
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Another digital pattern that I drew that cheers me up.
Life goes on, as I sit at home, with just about enough food to last a few days, the opportunity to rest seems to have left me. I’m not sleeping for long each night, I get up and start watching the news.
But I’m not in a refugee camp, or one of the homeless sleeping rough. I’m only going to have to stay in for a few weeks, I’m not imprisoned. I might even get to have a birthday party because that’s after the 12 week ‘lockdown’.
Life goes on, I get on my partners nerves and he gets on mine, but we have been together several years and know each others ways. I admit I do nag him though. We need to stay safe.
We also have a garden which we can get out into. It might even look good if we put some work into it.
Friends are important, in our social media age. I’m probably chatting more to people now than I was before. Some social media things are worrying though. There is something going round on messenger, which first came out as a voice clip, supposedly translated from doctors in Italy. Now it’s a written message, the same wording, saying its from the NHS? It says things like drinking warm water every fifteen minutes will was the virus into your stomach. It won’t! The BBC did a fact check on this. The drinking thing does not keep you safe. The best thing to do is keep home, wash your hands, stay safe. I’m just worried things like this message will make people complacent about the virus.
Anyway. Off to do some spring cleaning again….
Stay safe, keep well and wash your hands X
Just thought I’d add a photo of the outdoors..
Had a message off a friend. Wishing me luck with the situation in the UK.
We (my fellow population) has ignored our governments advice and gone off to beaches and parks, congregated together on underground trains, and basically ignored advice. Probably due to bloody minded arrogance.
Now, we can’t go out, unless it’s to do food shopping or to collect medication. We can’t be together in groups of more than two unless it’s as a family. Only exercise once a day and keep 6 foot away from each other. No groups except for funerals.
So we are in lockdown.
I’ve joined a group on Facebook where the idea is to post cheerful things, and not mention the virus.
One of today’s challenges was to post a ‘kettle’ view. I think I took it too literally, this is a view of my kettle.
I posted it, then saw beautiful pictures of kitchens, or views out of the windows of neat and tidy houses.
On a seperate page the urban sketchers challenge was to draw ‘working from home’ as I’m semi retired I’m not really doing that. Craft fairs and exhibitions are off for the time being, and I genuinely have not felt that creative this week. But I wanted to do the challenge, so I drew this.
Washing up waiting to be done..
It’s still waiting…
Sometimes I want to go home.
Not this house, home,
But the one I grew up in.
The family home and hearth.
The place I knew so well
It’s nooks and crannys
The garden and the tree I climbed.
The old swing and the rockery.
Doors I shut forty years ago
Creak open in my mind.
I wish I could shut my eyes and go.
See our old pets, the roses by the back door.
Dad’s motorbike, mom’s hair in rollers.
Little memories make me homesick.
I would drive there now at 2am
But a new family live there.
I feel lost.
My world is full of stuff
it’s mainly layers of paper.
Carefully stored in piles.
I might use that photo as an inspitation,
For a painting or a drawing,
I might need that statement,
I might read that book
But piles of stuff turn into columns,
Columns start to tower over you.
Idea. ” I’ll tidy up”.
Trouble is you have to deconstruct.
Build new towers to winnow out stuff.
Some stuff to burn or shred,
Some stuff to give to charity,
Some stuff to read,
Some stuff to pile back up,
till I find space on a bookshelf……
I’ll just go and lie down in a darkened room.