The view from my window

The view from my window
The view from my window

Thursday 26 March 2020

Oh the stress!

Day 10 of lockdown - or at least I think it is - and it's still ok here. I still think we're going to get an extension of this lockdown though. The French government have talked about needing a six-week lockdown already, but to be honest I can see another two-week extension in five days time when this one will be over, even if they don't go for the six-week extension immediately. And if that's the only way to beat this thing then let's go for it. We don't have a choice anyway do we. Every day I check the figures worldwide and the US is, of course, fast, catching up with the leader board. It's normal of course because it's a big country with a large population, but I'm just wondering how long it will take before they get the gold medal nobody wants. Another figure that intrigues me is that Switzerland (where my son and his wife live - hence the interest) is still ahead of the UK so many days later. Switzerland has a population of around 8.5 million and the UK around 66.5 million and they are still ahead of us. Obviously there could be several reasons for this, of course. They are so many days/weeks ahead of the UK in this misery. They genuinely have bigger problems than the UK. Or they are way ahead in testing people (more likely I think). Anyway, who knows, but I think we've got a way to go before we see light at the end of this tunnel - and that's hoping that that particular light is freedom rather than a train coming in the other direction!

In amongst all the disgusting behaviour that I'm reading about I was proud to see that at last checking over 560,000 people in the UK had volunteered to "help the NHS" as of this morning, with 405,000 of them volunteering in the first 24 hours! I always knew there was a good side to people despite the appalling behaviour of some, as highlighted in the rabble-rousing of the gutter press in order to sell papers. Aside from the obvious health care professionals who are so desperately needed, they have a volunteer roster to help with transport, shopping for the quarantined, moving medical supplies around and just social contact. I would love to do something like this but so far I haven't gotten any further than the message from the lady at the Mairie telling me to take care as I live alone! I even have a crate of foodstuffs waiting to go to the food bank but can't take it there as we're not allowed out - or at least I'm not allowed out at 8 p.m. on a Tuesday night to take stuff to the food bank, which is the only time they're open! I'm sure if I got stopped I could reason with the gendarmes but I also don't want to risk a minimum €135 fine if I come across some little jobsworth who is having a bad day!

The French have now issued a new attestation giving more details as to why we are allowed out and about. I guess they're trying to stop the "24 hour a day exercisers" from being out all day long in their sweat pants, rather than the one hour time we are allotted. We now have to give our address (so they can calculate if we are more than 1 km away from home "exercising") and the time at which we left home. I don't mind that at all but it's kind of sad that they have to dot the "i"s and cross the "t"s to this point because a few can't show common sense. It did tickle me a bit though because they have now updated the list of "essential" shops allowed to stay open to include the tabac (tobacconist's) and the off licence (in the UK - where they sell booze). I suppose if booze and ciggies help people get through this then so be it. I reckon in about nine months' time we might also see a sharp increase in the birth rate but … great! Sadly, this also seems to be the kind of situation where the incidence of domestic violence also increases, for obvious reasons. The only thing I can say is I'm so glad to be going through this alone and that someone, somewhere is going through this with my ex - and it ain't me!

I also saw on the local Geneva news this morning that the Swiss have chartered a plane (paid for by an anonymous individual) to send about 100 Roma gypsies back to Romania. This came about because, well, there is nobody in the streets any more to beg from and they want to go back to Romania where they have homes and a livelihood! So the Swiss jumped on the opportunity, an anonymous individual stepped in to pay for it, and voilà!

As for me, I'm just puttering along daily and still doing fine. To be honest, if I have to get quarantined anywhere I could do a lot worse than here, and I know many aren't as lucky. I actually got most of my Kaffe Fassett mystery quilt put together and am ready to start quilting. Now I haven't enjoyed this at all, mainly because I actually don't like the original design (but wasn't to know that at the time, hence the word "mystery" in mystery quilt) and because I can't cut straight to save my life. But after much blood, sweat, swearing and improvisation that thing is laid across my living room floor while I'm crawling over it in shorts and clean socks trying to tack it together by hand until I can get it under the machine to quilt. Kaffe Fassett would probably roll in his grave (if he were dead, which he isn't at time of writing but who knows) at my version of his mystery quilt but hey, what can I say!

What Kaffe Fasset had in mind

My version - I must have read the instructions wrong!
And in other news, when I was making the brownies for my neighbour the other day my hand-held mixer started playing up. Not surprising really, I suppose, because I reckon my parents gave me that when I first moved to Switzerland in 1980 so it owes me nothing does it. Anyway with my newly-acquired zen attitude I decided to sit outside in the sunshine on my terrace and take that baby apart. Well, I'm not surprised it was playing up! While I obviously clean it after every use, when I took it apart I was amazed at how much dust and muck had accumulated over the years! I got an old toothbrush and cleaned that thing out and put it back together, but seriously! I'm not surprised I feel "bunged up" in the morning (not that I sleep with the mixer of course) and blame it on hay fever!!! I mean, how much dust is hidden from sight in our daily lives even if we consider ourselves "clean"? And talking of dust, I decided to further my zen mindset and have been doing a bit of yoga every day following "Yoga with Adrienne" on YouTube. I can highly recommend her as she's great! Except, that yesterday, as I was lying on the floor doing my bit with Adrienne, all I could focus on was the bloody dust and cobwebs underneath the furniture! Damn! Maybe I'm not quite as laid back as I thought!

And then to add to my stress, I went out grocery shopping today and everything was fine - more than fine actually - at first. No queues, no worries anywhere, except I can't find my teabags! I know!!!! What's a Brit gonna do without her teabags???? I guess that patronising book I gave my kids making fun of the Brits who travel abroad with their emergency supply of teabags is ringing a bit hollow now isn't it!

And finally, my "Walk 1,000 Miles in 2020" walking group is having "technical" issues as you can imagine, with people no longer allowed to go out walking - well maybe within a 1 km radius but that's a helluva lot of "walking round the garden" isn't it. Anyway, yesterday on FB one of the group said that since we were all in the same boat did anyone want to contribute stories about how horrible they/their siblings were to each other when they were growing up. There were a couple that made me laugh. One woman described how their family had gone camping and she and her brother smuggled chocolate fingers (biscuits) into their other sister's sleeping bag and the next morning her sister woke up and thought she'd shat herself!!! And then another one, in a similar, classy vein, mentioned how she'd licked melted Mars bars out of a (clean) nappy to the horror of her siblings. I know, I know, we're a classy lot we Brits aren't we! So I chimed in that when I was about 10, my older sister told me that if I shaved my eyebrows and cut off my eyelashes they would grow back twice as strong! Well guess who did it!! Thankfully they grew back but I walked around looking like a frickin' lizard for about a month and never forgave her! Siblings, don't you just love 'em!

14 comments:

  1. I love your lizard story. My husbands brother farted into a paper bag then held it over his smaller brothers head (my husband). That did not go over well. He got told on and had to face the music when Mom and Dad came in from the fields (farm). I have lots of tea, also lots of backup tea. A priority for me as well - I'd share but we would be lucky if it got there in time for Christmas

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    1. Ha, I read lots of stories of kids farting into pringles tubes but I never had any idea that that was a thing. I've lead such a sheltered life it seems!

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  2. I once tricked my little brother into drinking seawater from a Sprite bottle. No wonder he hates me.

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    1. Whatdayawannado! That's brothers and sister for ya isn't it!

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  3. About the quilt: your version is much more interesting than that rigid design of Fassett. I wonder if it's just one of his in-house team who designed it. It's not very good, and I'm glad they admitted it by selling it as a mystery.. I'm mean 😉

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    1. Oh you're a sweetheart and I can admit I'm crap at this stuff but I really didn't like his design and I'm so rubbish at it that it didn't matter anyway!

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  4. Love it, Day 10 of lockdown or you think it is. It's really weird how, suddenly, faced with life in your own home day after day we lose all track of time. I'm beginning to wonder what it will be like if we have a hot summer and get really bored; will I feel 14 again? PS Love your quilt, not his.

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    1. I just checked and it's day 11 now but I'm still fine. And my quilt hides a mountain of horrors but at least it's almost finished!

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  5. Love the lizard story. My sister blackmailed me for 2 years into making her bed every morning because she caught me burning my hated ankle socks and threatened to tell mom if I did not comply. Mom was rigid about having the bed spreads on straight and would rip them off if they were crooked and make us remake them. Nearly everyday I made hers up crooked just so they would not pass the mom inspection. I am not sure which of us was dumber. Me for falling to a protracted blackmail scheme or her getting me to do a task that was so easy to sabotage. Ah___siblings!

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    1. I'm the last of 7 originally (just 4 left now) and while I'm sure it was hell for our parents many times we did have some good times didn't we. I wouldn't have made my sister's bed though!!!!

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  6. Holy Crap, that bit about the gypsies made me laugh. Here in Central PA, only certain counties are in Lock down and that depends upon how many positive tests results you have. At some point they'll be changing the store routine as far as customers, that'll be interesting.

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    1. I'm sure Geneva will be glad to get rid of those gypsies, although I'm sure they'll be back again when this is over. We're on day 11 now of lockdown and it really is serious. I'm ok with it but I can imagine it will be difficult for some.

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  7. I like your quilt better than Kaffe's! I've always threatened to make a quilt and I have a bazillion fabrics in here to do it with but like you I find it incredibly hard to cut straight! Given that I make cards and do scrapbooking that may come as a shock but thank goodness for my paper cutter!! My daughter is still struggling with the eejits that frequent the supermarket she works in. Unfortunately all the worms are crawling out of the woodwork and being selfish and rude at the moment, perhaps they were always there we just didn't notice them so much.
    I laughed at your childhood memories. My brother was horrible to me when we were children. When we moved to our house we'd had the attic done and a staircase put in and my brother decided we should tie a rope to the handrail and we could play high jumps. When it was my turn to jump he pulled the rope tight as I jumped and tripped me up and I landed really hard on the uncarpeted floor and totally winded myself. I remember feeling like I might die! I suspect I cracked my tailbone as since then I've had trouble with my back so its no surprise I remember the event well!!
    I hope you are able to get some tbags soon. Perhaps your family could send you some? Well thats assuming t.bags are still on the shelves in the UK. I have loads just now as my daughter got me a load before this all erupted so I haven't noticed if they are still available! I'll be happy to send you some if I can get them if you want? Take care xx

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    1. When you think back to what we did to our brothers and sisters it makes you wonder doesn't it. I mean, are we soft today or what. There's a lot to be said for being "dragged up" I think. Oh and I'll live without my teabags, although I do like my cuppa first thing in the morning. I'll just have to switch to wine I guess!

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