I’m sick of it. They never stop. It seems like the whole world is shouting at me:

When I was out walking my hair flapped like one of those dogs with long ears. I lasted five months. Then drastic measures had to be taken.

As we become so familiar with the word “restrictions” where we are all asked to control our actions which limit us is many ways. How could you turn that into a positive?

As we move forward from this pandemic we are asked to continue to stay in our own bubble as much as possible. We can visit family and friends but being mindful of washing our hands and continuing to wear masks and keep that social distance of two metres.

We have all gotten used to wearing masks (the physical ones). We have been used to masks on an emotional level too. Each of us wear masks to hide our true feelings. The “I’m fine” mask is well known.

This morning I woke up, showered and dressed. As I put on my shoes, I didn’t notice the pebble there.

My watch pings. My phone vibrates. My email dings. It’s as if there is a message everywhere every moment saying something like “hurry I’m speaking to you – can you not hear the vibrations – get stressed – I’m important – answer me – be at my beck and call – now – now – now – vibration – vibration – vibration.

Last week I had a second cataract operation. The left eye this time.

I don’t know about you, but every so often my emails get chock-a-block with rubbish.