It was only today, as I was posting a selfie on my Instagram page (ojosworld, if you want to nose), that I realise I hadn't written anything for over a month. I don't write often these days, because I don't think my life is that interesting. However, I do miss putting my thoughts down on here, maybe I should pick my laptop up more often.
Anyway, I hope you're all coping in lock-down okay. We are doing fine here, obviously there are up and down days, we wouldn't be normal if it was all sunshine and rainbows. Overall, however, we are quite content in each others company. As a family we've been super well behaved, in following the rules, mostly because of my diabetes. I don't want to catch it, and the family don't want to bring it in the house. Weirdly though, I have a Covid test to do?! I had to call the doc, a couple of days ago, and she said I should get tested because I have a cough, even though I have no other symptoms. I guess they have to fill the test numbers some way.
I've felt a bit 'out of it' too, these past couple of weeks. Being a blogger means I spend time on social media, which has literally blown up with black lives matter, as it should. I have so much I want to say, but I simply don't know how to say it. Racism is horrid, the amount of 'If they don't like it, they should go home' ( most of the people are home!) or 'All lives matter' (no one said they didn't!) I've read has made me so sad. When the statue of a slave trader was pulled down, in Bristol, I seemed to see it more, I've honestly had to walk away from Facebook because of it. It horrifies me that I know so many people that don't see the problem. It has given me the opportunity to talk with my children about racism, thankfully my three boys are anti-racist, so the conversation has been more about why black people are justified in their feelings.
Other things have passed by, in a blur. Carers week was just last week, I don't acknowledge it anymore. Quite frankly no one gives a shit about carers, or those we care for. We are popped in our houses to get on with it, then called 'benefit scroungers'. However, if I went back to work, I would cost the government a damn sight more, to help me care for those at home! Honestly, I get really frustrated when I hear about all the support out there for us, because it's lies. The only support we get, in this house, is my mother, and as she gets older I cannot keep depending on her! (She'd kill me if I shared her age).
Finally, the next four weeks are all about celebrations. It's father's day Sunday, in just over two weeks it will be my wedding anniversary (28 years), then it's my hubby's birthday. I'm unsure how all this will be celebrated, but I know it will be together, which is the most important. I suppose I should mention that it's also my birthday this month, I just hate celebrating it. My birthday has left me with some bad memories, however, my youngest wouldn't be happy if I didn't do something, so I promised him we'd have a tea party.
He also helped me make a mammoth cake, yesterday! It was such a joy to spend the day with him doing it:
Anyway, I hope everyone is well, not too lonely or finding the lock-down a bit much. If you are, I'm happy to chat (anyone that knows me will tell you that is true!).