Back to Normal?

Well, no, we’re not quite back to normal, but some restrictions are being lifted soon. One of these is that our trains and buses are going to an ‘enhanced’ Saturday timetable. No idea what that means.

So, this was my first week back from holidays and self-isolation. Whilst I’d love to be able to stay at home writing through all those hard-to-write scenes, I was surprised that I was happy to go back to work. I only had a day and a bit ’cause, typical me, comes down with a virus that sees me go home at 9.30am the first day and have the second day off on sick leave. But the rest of the week was okay, although I couldn’t pick up an extra shift yesterday to make up for the sick day. Well, them’s the breaks.

Gotta say, after 2.5 weeks at home, your first day off goes so fast it’s like it was a time jump! At one minute, we’re heading for groceries at 11.30am, the next time I look at the clock, it’s 4pm! Where did the time go?

Today, however, I have been able to ‘put pen to paper’ so to speak. I’m tackling those scenes I hate – those scenes with no action or little dialogue in them. Those scenes that fit between the action scenes, linking them up.

At the same time, I heard that the mother of my oldest friend passed away today at the age of 97. I still remember going to Ray’s place and playing mud pies with him. If it was summer, we’d put the hose on. Often, his mother, Grace, used to ring mum (we were all of 2 doors away) and ask to send some clothes ’cause she’s had to bath us both because we’d been covered in muck.

She was a graceful lady that said her piece of mind directly. She had a heart of gold and used to take me to school some mornings – with Goldie the golden retriever in the seat behind. Apparently in those days I had pigtails and he used to chew on them! Ah, Auntie Grace, I miss you already! She was also one of the last of the neighbours to see mum at home and I know it upset her greatly. But what a great old age to live to! RIP Auntie Grace. I will always remember you.