8am: It’s my last day off work after taking annual leave and I wake up with no alarm which is just the best feeling. B, however, is facing his first day at work for three months and is waking up late. Great start! Nudge him awake, stay in bed while he flaps around in a rush. Message a friend (R) to firm up the details for our dog walk this morning, trying to work out if she can give me a lift in her car by adding up how many households we’ve had contact with recently. I’ll be honest – at this stage I am completely lost on the lockdown rules. I keenly followed all the updates at the start but the regulations seem to be changed or updated so frequently now that I’m a bit fatigued by it all. I offer to wear a mask and bathe in hand sanitiser but also offer to get the bus if she would prefer. R’s totally fine with driving and we agree that she’ll pick me up at 10.
10am: It’s rainy and overcast, perfect muddy walking weather. I roll around in bed for another half an hour before scrounging up some breakfast from our woefully empty kitchen: toast from the last slice of bread in the freezer and tea using the final dribble of milk. We’ve started weekly shopping for the first time ever thanks to the pandemic – a habit we can hopefully stick to in the long term – but we’re overdue a shop this week so this miserly breakfast will have to do for now. Grab an apple and fill up my reusable water bottle for the walk.
12.30pm: After spending a couple of hours in the woods with R and her excitable puppy, putting the world to rights and doing a lockdown deep dive, I’m starving. Get changed out of my walking boots and muddy jeans covered in puppy paw prints and head down to Waitrose, my (unfortunately) nearest supermarket on foot. 'Unfortunately' because I have never been able to spend less than £10 in one trip, no matter what I go in for. For my final day off I plan to huddle indoors away from the rain with tea, soup, popcorn and biscuits, watching movies under a blanket. I signed up for a free trial of Mubi a few days ago so I can absorb myself in some delicious arthouse cinema. Can’t. Wait. I don my mask and join the relatively short queue – a process which is becoming weirdly normal – and pick up some essentials to tide us over until the big shop. £9.52. Pay for it on my card rather than the joint card as I’ll be mostly consuming this shop.
2.45pm: My day isn’t panning out as I had planned, I ended up falling asleep while watching a Sex and the City episode for about the 5,000th time. This was not the artsy experience I envisaged. Wake up groggy and sad that my last day off is slipping by. Make tea, eat some cake and watch The Truman Show on Netflix, another film that I have seen many, many times. Not feeling in the right headspace for concentrating on new things. Get antsy halfway through the film and start tidying up the flat, making my 'office' (aka a desk in our bedroom) ready for work tomorrow, taking out some recycling and clearing away the random clutter that seems to accumulate every few days.
6.15pm: A couple of friends pop by to drop off a belated birthday present. I have seen more of my friends today than I have in the past two weeks. We do a quick debrief before they come in to make sure everyone is comfortable with the arrangement (oh hello new normal). A bottle of wine and a new houseplant, they know me so well! We catch up, standing about two metres apart from each other in my living room, with no exciting news to share other than some mundane domestic tales. At least we’re all in the same boat.
7pm: B returns home from his first day back at work, we settle in for a standard quiet evening of dinner (Moroccan chicken and vegetable stew with brown rice) and mooching around the flat. I do a bit more tidying and get into organising some notes from the college course I had completed 70% of when COVID hit. It’s nice reading back through them all and remembering how much progress I was making. We’re going to get a calculated grade from the course so all is not lost, but I really miss the process of structured learning.
10.30pm: Head to bed with a book for a wholesome early night, end up playing a bubble blast game on my phone for 45 minutes. Fail.
Total: £9.52
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