Title : It is what it is.
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It is what it is.
I will tag along with Rachel and John today, if I may. I very rarely feel lonely, because I make my own entertainment, I am not in a bubble with anyone, don't know how to get one started, or how to join one. I suppose having a coffee with my friend would be counted as a bubble, as we have done many times over the last few years. But it is clear that her husband now sees anyone other than family coming to the house as a bit risky, so I stay away. I miss our chats but don't want to be in the way.
When I woke up this morning I was coming out of a dream. My boyfriend from many years ago, whom I was very fond of, was here in the house with me. Of course I soon realised that it was just a very nice dream. I tried to hang on to it by closing my eyes. I thought about the times I have had a telephone call and when I answered the line went dead. The person on the other end doesn't speak. I wondered if that was him trying to get in touch. It was probably a sales call, but maybe it wasn't. I will write down the number next time.
My conversations are limited to people that I meet in the street and around the village. I know a lot of people to say hello to and to exchange a few words with, but it's not the same as having a sit down coffee and a good laugh.
I went a short walk around the village yesterday but didn't feel comfortable tackling the icy paths and roads. It was a slow process, and wasn't what you would call exercise. I did have a chat with one man who was walking his dog, which was nice.
The restrictions at the moment don't affect me too much, but I am beginning to feel like I am trapped. It's cold so the best place is to be inside the house, but come the spring if the situation is still the same I will still feel trapped, and also in a prison.
The sun is streaming through my window, it looks very inviting to go out. I see couples walking together. I will stay in today and hope the snow and ice will be gone soon. I don't want to slip and break a bone, that would be a disaster.
This is not a pity party, I am not complaining, just stating how it is. Back to the sewing, it's looking good.
Thanks for popping in. We'll catch up soon. Toodle pip, ilona
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