Day 41 – Checking in

Yesterday I had to do a shop, so I ventured south for the first time in a month. I haven’t been near Tokai since lockdown, so the not-so-empty mall was a new and slightly stressful experience. Queues outside Checkers Hyper which felt like the person behind was breathing down my neck. Queues in Dischem. Walking out into the parking lot was a relief as I navigated my trolley back to the car parked as far as I could so I could walk more. But then the sense of eyes watching me as I pushed a full trolley and unloaded it. Unfriendly eyes. Ugh. Stressful.

The neighbour is running our street food distribution so I offloaded some stuff with her and took our bounty home. Cyril was due to speak and actually, I just couldn’t. I hit the wall. Brene Brown says that if you cannot climb it, go around it or go under it, sometimes you just need to build a fort and take a nap. So I did.

Today was a 2-hour discussion on education in South Africa using tech and the way forward with experts from around the country. Our primary school is way ahead of the curve and our kids are so fortunate in their schooling.

Fridays are picnic lunch next to the pool, with cats attending and hopeful.

The youngest learnt that if you chat to your friends on Google chat you have to still do school after lunch. It was a traumatic realisation. The firstborn discovered that putting off the subjects you don’t like (and watching animal rescue on YouTube) means you don’t get to play games in the afternoon like your sibling. Also a sad realisation. Behaviour has not yet changed for either. This is a house of cards that will come crashing down.

HH drank his second last beer, I had my 4th last half glass of wine (there is 2/3rds of the bottle left so I have been rationing) and we closed off the working week by watching James Bond in Thunderball. We’re working through the list but looks like we have to skip The Spy Who Loved Me as it's not very age-appropriate. The kids love the spy stuff but my gosh. James Bond was a lecher! And as for the attitude to women and of course, the 60s clothes, smoking, women’s styles with pointy boob bras and men always in suits… it’s been an education of an age thankfully gone by.