Something accomplished, and our garden playground grows. As does the collection of cardboard outside our front door; with our waste deliveries shrinking regularly I’m really hoping cardboard and excess recycling is not a casualty until after this week’s has gone at least.
Reaching the stage where I regularly completely forget what day of the week
It is now. We get up, D takes me outside, A does her schoolwork. We stop for meals. And repeat.
I am deeply thankful that we have a garden. The fence panels are becoming looser with every rainfall. I see pictures of neighbours removing panels so they can have socially distanced drinks together apart. This would not work with a D. I just hope that however long this lasts, we can keep the boundaries boy proof until we are welcome in the wider world again.