Sunday 29 November
We went on an earlier walk today as we had a few other chores to do. We went to Stratford St Mary and one of our familiar walks along the river Stour.
It was so good to see so many people out and about, simply enjoying the outdoors. The sky was grey and drab, no breeze, not cold; a nothing day. A Sunday where you feel never gets started and will end with you feeling kind of robbed.
But, it’s our time, together.
After we got home, I shot over to Dads to take him to the drive through Covid test site in Colchester. It’s for those people booked in for procedures or operations in the coming week. After a short wait, the nurse lent in through the passenger seat window to swab Dad’s throat and nostrils. He choked a little, then giggled like a toddler as his nose was tickled by the nasal swab. We both laughed as we drove away.
Back home via our house so that Dad could touch base with the kids and share a socially distanced cup of tea. One step at a time is what we have decided. The test today, his stent procedure on Wednesday, then the full-body CT scan next Monday. No second guessing, no what ifs, just one step at a time and see what happens.
I dropped Dad back home, and again, it was so uplifting to see so many families out walking. Just a stroll around the housing estate, a walk up to the church or down a footpath that they have never been before. I do hope that when we eventually push this virus to one side, we remember the good stuff that came from it.
The Bald Birder 