Self Isolation. Day 54. A day of pretence.

So I had a day of pretence. I made brunch for the daughter and I in our gazebo. I made corn fritters served with sour cream, bacon and chilli sauce. We were at the Middle St cafe, which incidentally, is open all hours and has started to serve alcohol after midday and is currently looking into champagne breakfasts (will keep you posted on that one, although I think the approval will obtained by week eight in two days time).

My sleeping pattern, never great even at the best of times, has lost all sense of design. Today I woke before dawn, so by the time I'd gone shopping and prepared brunch, I was ready for a nap. Has everyone's life taken on a weird level of abnormalcy? Time slows, then suddenly fastens, then drags between 4-5 when one isn't employed or even when one is working from home. It was the time that I worked on my rug and now that is finished, I'll be in need of another project for that witching hour time. But today I was all crafted out. The starting of new projects was always harder than the actual working of them and I was not in the mood. I decided to have the day off but for most of the time, felt guilty that I was not busily occupied doing something, if not anything important. I feel that at the start of the pandemic, everyone started out doing all the things they had been putting off and projects were big on everyone's agenda (think sourdough bread, something I have still managed to sidestep). By now, I think we're done with all the charm of the newly isolated and boredom is reaching in and setting up home in the recesses where our creativity once grew.

But we did have a chosen visitor who made it through on the premise of a birthday (and innate charm.) We entertained with social distancing in the gazebo with a good Aussie cheese platter and a New Zealand Sav Blanc. The Middle St cafe had just brought in the alcohol after midday ruling so all was well. For a brief time in the garden, life appeared normal except for the conversations surrounding social distancing and that the majority of Australians, we noticed on our brief outings, weren't following the rules.