If we were having coffee I’d tell you I really really miss coffee. Yes I’m predominantly a tea drinker. But I’m a coffee shop coffee drinker and it’s coming to iced coffee season. My favourite of them all.
I want to sit in a café. I don’t want anything epic, just a quiet people watching mid morning decaf iced latte as the world goes by.
The world’s going by at the minute, too much. It feels like limbo but at the same time 2020 is that wasted year that just zoomed (in more than one way) past us without much thought or adventure.
I don’t currently know how I’m ever going to go out again. Because of the virus, but also because life now feels like a different life.
I try not to have expectations of what I’ll be doing and when. If I see anywhere other than my house by Christmas that’s an achievement.
If we were having coffee we’d talk about the weather. Because we are in Britain, and also what else is there to talk about.
Sunny days have definitely helped with the shielding. It encourages me out into the garden, getting some air and that all important vitamin D.
The flowers are still blooming and enjoying the cleaner air.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you I’m bored of my garden though. Then I’d remember there are people without gardens, and I’d shut up moaning.
I never thought of myself as the sociable kind. The going out kind. Until I was trapped inside. It’s been eight weeks now. Maybe more. Who knows. All the days are the same, but they are passing quickly, which is strange.
I wonder what 15 year old me would have done with dial up internet and 160 character texts for 15p.
I read something. Somewhere on Facebook, please don’t ask me where. It said we are all in the same boat, but everyone’s boat is different. Some have a yacht, same a leak in the corner, some are sharing with 5 kids, some completely alone, some can fish for food, others don’t have a rod or Tesco delivery slot.
I we were having coffee you’d see that I got my first lockdown haircut. Because I have the kind of hair that doesn’t just go with the flow. It’s the only high maintenance part of me. Except the things that keep me alive.
Now is the time I wish I had the sort of hair style you can just tie up. Mum did an ok job though. As far as I can see. Because your hair can never be seen as well by yourself than others.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you I’m 35. It happened a couple of weeks ago. Lockdown birthday wasn’t the worst birthday. There was the one where I almost died, and many others spent in hospital. So being in the comfort of my own home and sprinkled with window wishes and postal gifts isn’t really all that bad.
I had a Tesco delivery too, which is much more exciting right now than it ever should be. Since it was due on my birthday I decided to make the most of it and order a fake-away curry meal. I’m still a little nervous about ordering actual takeaways, the fewer people I and my food come in contact with the better right now.
It was good to receive cards and gifts by post.
The current delay in postage meant that my birthday continued for a couple of weeks.
I got these cute little fruit and veg crochet characters from my sister and nieces. They really are the crafters dream. Just look at them…
Ok, so maybe I got a little obsessed.
I also got a tasty surprise in the post a few days ago from a friend. It’s the little things that make a day. This salted pretzel chocolate certainly isn’t little, but it’s extremely delicious!
If we were having coffee I’d tell you I’m not learning something new, and I have no intention to right now. There is no room in my brain. Don’t waste lockdown, seems to be the thing. Learn a language, renovate the house, get fit. Ha.
I am in fact having quite a lazy lockdown. Time is passing fast though. I’m crafting and reading and watching lots of tv. I told you I got Sky Cinema, well I caved in to Disney+ too. I feel like now is the time I should make use of the time. I see all the learned new skills and all the great crafters mass making and donating. Masks, hearts and headbands. Sometimes there’s just not enough space in your head for something else, even when you think very little is actually in your head.
I did discover a new food though, so that’s progress. Marmite peanut butter. The two most love hate spreads have come together to make one amazing goo.
I’ve also been keeping up with #The100DayProject you can check that out on my Instagram. Here’s a sneak peak.
If we were having coffee you’d know I’m partial to an afternoon tea. Maybe addicted would be the correct term. With lockdown and shielding and all that I’ve not been able to keep up with my scone eating habit.
We did try to make some scones. My favourite place, The Assembly House Norwich put their famous cheese scone recipe online.
I have to say this is my favourite scone in the world. Of the ones I’ve tried obviously. When they make them anyway. Ours weren’t all that bad, tasted pretty good. But what is it with the rise? I bet they use fairy dust.
A few days later my cravings were fulfilled. My uncle left a package in the garden.
Afternoon tea for two.
It looks amazing doesn’t it? Tasted it too.
There were sandwiches and tortilla chips and a cheese scone, a sausage roll and quiche, a fruit scone with pots of cream and jam. Chocolate cake and lemon cake and I don’t know what cake. It was yum and all baked by Flour Pot Catering Norfolk.
If we were having coffee you’d know I’ve been a bit quiet of late. When you write about doing stuff but aren’t able to do stuff, there’s not much to write. Even conversation is different right now.
So if you’ve got any subject ramble requests do let me know.
If we were having coffee what would you tell me?