It’s 5pm and I am sitting in our sunny garden listening to the male blue tit singing a very monotonous song almost certainly meant to warn away any other birds that might be thinking of occupying our main, camera-equipped nest box. The litttle bastard! Meanwhile, the mother of his children sits alone in the other nest box, keeping an unknown number of eggs warm and waiting for him to come and give her a short break so she can eat and shit before rushing back to the nest.
It’s not been a good day, it’s been a great day! First I managed to book our next grocery collection slot for Saturday afternoon. That’s always a big relief. The I found out that I will be furloughed by the Guardian, which means I will continue to get paid for the next three months at least. I was so worried about what we would do if I didn’t get any work in May and beyond that I was waking up in the middle of the night thinking about it. I am so grateful and so lucky to have worked for such a class outfit for the past five years.
However, I will have to find ways to occupy my time and try to keep my brain from turning to mush. Maybe write the great Anglo-American novel? Not bloody likely!
Watched the season 5 finale of Better Call Saul. Spoiler alert: Looks like there will definitely be season 6. It just gets better and better.
It’s now just gone 11pm and want to post this before I nod off.