Lockdown Week 8 (Mon)

MONDAY

Over the weekend I had another go at making sourdough bread. My attempt a few weeks ago ended up more of a crouton than a loaf, which was no great surprise given the number of potential pitfalls along the way. 

I don’t think I’m a natural baker.

This time was a little better, and everyone made appreciative noises as they crunched their way through it. At least no-one broke a tooth.

On Sunday evening we all sat down to hear Boris’ broadcast. I made the children watch it with us, in the hope that at least one of us would understand what he was talking about if he went off-piste.

No such luck; we were all left feeling confused: 

Can we go to work? Only if we drive there. 

Can we drive to work? Only if it’s not in Wales. 

Can we meet up with loved ones? Only one at a time. 

So if you have two parents, should one of them wait in the car? Only if you don’t go to Wales. 

Will schools re-open soon? Yes, for children under 5 and over 10, but still under 11. 

And don’t ask about Wales.

Aaargh.

On Monday morning, the media is in such a frenzy over the whole thing. So we switch off all the radios and focus on the week ahead. In lockdown. Again.