Well it's been an interesting few years - the last couple in particular. Covid arrived and the idiot man-child in No. 10 decided to ignore it for ages so went around shaking peoples' hands and pretending all was ok. Gotta keep those right wing loonies happy. Lockdown was inevitable and it was hard for so many people. As a freelancer I was used to wfh. I was informed by nurse, doctor and in writing that I was a "vulnerable person" so had to shield. That made life harder for quite a while. We Zoomed and FaceTimed though and family did drive-by visits, dropping bags of goodies (beer) onto my doorstep before retreating to the pavement from where we chatted for as long as the weather permitted.
I baked banana bread but didn't start my own sourdough. I pottered in the garden and was ecstatic to be able to go and queue at a garden centre when they finally opened - socially distanced of course and masked up.
Unlike so many people who found myriad things to do, my creativity disappeared completely. So I didn't learn another language or even try to improve my lousy french. I did watch lots of bad movies and tv series, none of which I can remember. Later I ran some workshops for Ravensbourne students via Zoom. It was like teaching into the void with students muting both video and mics.
The "will we won't we" have Christmas came and went - shielders like me zoomed some more. Of course we all had to lock down again immediately afterwards and so it went on. Hard times for so many people, although not for everyone as we now know (are you filling out your. police form with crayon Boris?).
I decided my creativity wasn't going to suddenly reappear unless I did something different so I enrolled in some courses - zoom courses to start with and then the real thing, in person (masks on). I've made a few prints, did some drawing and painting and am trying to get to grips with watercolour now. I thoroughly enjoyed the zoom sessions Debbie Hinks ran throughout lockdown. It'd been such an age since I'd done any life drawing.
I gave up the allotment after a bit of health scare which turned out to be nothing too serious and in August 2021 my lovely moggy, Daisy, got ill and had to be put to sleep. I miss her while Maisie (her sister) doesn't miss her at all .
So now it's 2022 and Spring is almost here. So is Covid but apparently we'll all be able to rip off our masks, stop any notion of social distancing and play "Let's pretend it's all disappeared now." I'm following up on the watercolour course and deciding whether or not I can cope with negative painting (I can't). Other exciting things could be on the horizon but more of that some other time.