Week 3 of Self-Isolation

    I have just started my third week of Self-Isolation; the last time I left the house was on 16th March, 2020. As a 75 year-old git, I am taking it all fairly seriously. Part of me feels that I am living in an existential no-man’s land. The logical thing for me to do is stay at home, in the house, until such time as I can be vaccinated. However, the development of a vaccine could take a year or more, so I can see that a modicum of deep readjustment may be required in order to navigate the unlimited flow of quotidian events with no discernible end in sight. The problem is knowing how to pass time in a satisfactory fashion.
    I have pottered in the garden. Summer is around the corner so there could be more to do on that score. Bedding plants might be a problem. I normally buy in some plugs from a local garden centre (about a 5-10 mile drive away) but I can’t do that in Self-Isolation. I have used a nursery near Manchester in the past for various bits and pieces, and I might see if I can order something remotely from their catalogue (assuming they still have staff working for them). Last year I planted some cabbage plants and put in a few potatoes. Unfortunately, all the leaves got eaten. Perhaps I should have fixed up some netting. I think that will be too complicated for me to sort out for this year.
    In general, I find my mood and motivation swinging up and down in a mildly bi-polar fashion during all this. For example, the other day I needed to do a small amount of D.I.Y stuff. Ordinarily this would involve multiple trips down to the B&Q store to get the  bits and pieces that are needed (perhaps  replenishing an empty pot of screws or something like that). In a way, that is normally an enjoyable part of the project – one can pick up all sorts of ideas whilst idly wandering up and down the aisles of  the  store. Yet this is something I must now forego.
    Turning to another area, I am used to taking the Metro to a nearby city, about once a week, for a good browse in the book shops and the library ( these are much better than those where I live). All that has gone.
    With regard to the  daily TV briefings on the crisis (in England) I feel glad that I had some training in statistics. This means that I can more or less understand the  graphs and have some idea as to how to read them, while being aware of some of their limitations. I had no idea, back then, how paying attention in double-maths classes at school/university might pay dividends as I trundle through my 70s. I hasten to add that in no way am I a trained statistician, I am merely numerically literate.  I feel sorry for some of the politicians who have had no training in science and yet are having to talk about this in an apparently convincing fashion.
    I think this is enough to be getting on with today. Time for a spot of  lunch. I think I shall make a sandwich and have a banana for desert. Speak to you later, my dear blogophiles.


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