Friday, 7 January 2022
Friday 7th January 2022
Thursday 6th January 2022
Woke before the alarm this morning. Aki brought tea and porridge to my door. It's the final day of my self-isolation, which is due to end at one minute to midnight...it's my NYE!!! Sat at the laptop all morning, working. Broke for a late lunch of pea soup and a slice of sourdough. Ploughed on at the computer for the remainder of the afternoon. Didn't have any defrosted food in the fridge, so Aki nipped out across to Tesco and bought some bits and pieces, and made a fiery prawn coconut curry. Worked till 2030. Read some Shuggie Bain. Bath and bed.
Thursday, 6 January 2022
Wednesday 5th January 2022
Wednesday, 5 January 2022
Tuesday 4th January 2022
Woke to alarm at 0800 and dozed in bed listening to the radio. Aki made tea, and brought me some porridge. Raining outside for most of the morning. Rang the Village Practice to cancel my skin surgery today, as I'm still self-isolating. Sat at my laptop all day, working. Aki made some leek and potato soup for lunch, served with a hunk of sourdough. Broke at 1800 to catch the BBC News. The numbers in hospital with covid have doubled over the last week or so, which is a bit worrying. Salmon in a green curry sauce for dinner, served with rice. Very tasty. Read some Shuggie Bain, then watched "Toast in Tinseltown" before bath and bed.
Tuesday, 4 January 2022
Monday 3rd January 2022
Fitful night's sleep, for some reason. Woke every two hours or so. Got up around 0915. Aki said she hadn't slept well, either, having started worrying about getting her tax return done. I did some work at the laptop. Did some exercises in the back yard before lunch. Aki left a warm ham salad with fried halloumi at my door. She popped out to Boots mid-afternoon. I played some guitar and tried singing...my voice still tired a scuzzy, but a little better each time I have a sing. Read a few chapters of Shuggie Bain. Aubergine parmigiana lasagna for dinner, followed by tiramisu. Watched Stephen Merchant's strange performance as Stephen Port, the murderer. He has a vague physical resemblance, I suppose, and doesn't have to do much acting wise except be a bit uncommunicative. Script's a bit pointed. Bath and bed. Interesting R4 piece on Kurt Schwitters, who I'd never heard of before...a prominent member of the Dada-ist movement, he created sound poetry, his masterpiece being "Ursonate", a 40 minute solo epic sound poem. Intrigued enough to track a performance down on YouTube...whether I'll stick with it for 40 minutes is another matter!