The seasons changed, with a vengeance. We just emerged from a week of cold, torrential rain. I got soaked at least three times, two of them standing obediently in a socially distanced line outside the post office. And one of those was to send my passport off for renewal. At this point, it is a toss-up whether Covid delays my ability to travel until after the new passport returns or whether Covid delays the return of my passport so that I am not able to travel when I would like to. Hey ho.
A very quiet month at home, although with a fair bit of paid work to do. Got it done, mostly, a little bit late. The great treat was to see the plants on the terrace do better than ever because we were here to give them a bit of attention, even though it is impossible to keep on top of the various sap-sucking insects.
Not a huge amount to report this month, mostly because we were on holiday for a little more than two weeks, and a glorious holiday it was too. We are very fortunate not to be in either of our home countries, so were able to enjoy travelling, for one thing, and great places to travel to, for another. And I promised myself I wouldn’t bang on about the tragic landscape of dead olive trees in Puglia, so I won’t.
For us, another good month. Things are slowly becoming easier; making sure I have gloves and a mask in my pockets when I go out is becoming a habit. Washing hands when I get back in has been for a long time. It’s great that the park is open, even if it is overrun most of the time. Children being at home can’t be easy. Everything has really been rather good. I missed the travel I had booked, but the online Dublin Gastronomy Symposium was very enjoyable and not nearly as difficult as I feared it might be.