We’re busy doin’ nothin’ Workin’ the whole day through Tryin’ to find lots of things not to do We’re busy goin’ nowhere Isn’t it just a crime We’d like to be unhappy, but We never do have the time
In one of her very thoughtful comments Di quoted the above. Bing Crosby sings it in ‘A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court’ and I agree with Di that it could be the Lockdown Anthem. It certainly sums up yesterday and probably will tomorrow but today felt extraordinarily busy because as I’ve remarked before each day needs a few beacons to guide us through and today we had several. Val has also made a wonderful comment, that she prefers my blogs when I have nothing to say to those in which I have something to say. Actually that’s not quite how she put it but there’s a lot of truth in it!
10 am home schooling with Mollie, who sat out on the patio under a parasol to keep the rain off, collected leaves and learned all
about photosynthesis and chloroform. 11 am singing with the Popalong children and, as part of the new normal, a new song – I can barely express the bravado of it - Horsey Horsey Don’t You Stop. 1.30pm Antarctic Explorers with Sammie. We had to find out what equipment they needed and the first website we looked at was what to pack for an Antarctic Cruise. Poor old Captain Oates wandering off starving in a blizzard, when a buffet lunch of crushed avocadoes and wild rocket on ciabatta was waiting for him on board. Then up to the churchyard to rake up the cut grass in the area we intend to re-wild.