On and On

 ...so this thing drags on.

I'm extraordinarily lucky that I have most of what I need to continue to work and to still enjoy some beer at the end of the day.

I'm also lucky that I don't suffer from cabin fever as much as others so, for the most part, I'm not feeling the impact on my mental health that others are.  It never really escapes my mind that this this will come to an end and this helps prevent what could become despair.  Thank goodness (or genes, or whatever).

I am bored by it, though.

Nevertheless I have learned some new things - like making shortcrust pastry with bread flour gives you fantastic pasty dough. That has kept me entertained recently.  The boy reckons it's in my West Country roots but, hey, I've been experimenting with how to make interesting fillings with leftovers.  It's fun.

The company I help run has changed immeasurably recently and I'm hopeful this will translate into a much more sustainable model coupled with more opportunities for young people in the community to learn how to be in work.

But a couple of times I have fantasised about being able to go to work in a building that isn't here; to leave around 4.30pm with a thirst on; pop to the nearest decent pub with the boy and then, on the spur of the moment pop to a restaurant on the way home and not have to plan what we're going to have for tea.

Little things, and we will get them back.

It's just a matter of digging in, I know.