Mar 22, 2020: Two

Mother’s Day.

A day on which everyone visits and celebrates their mothers. This year, not so much. We did go and see mine, to be fair, keeping a good couple of metres between us at all times and not actually entering her house at all.

Essentially we went to borrow a ladder. The Mother’s Day element of it, just happened to be a happy coincidence.

And then we’ve been here all day. Inside, looking at the walls and going crazy.

Actually, no, we’ve been pretty bob on. Carole’s got some studying done, she’s dipped in and out of her work work as well, which was nice. I’ve cooked a Sunday dinner with no overarching stresses of times or anything looming over me. I’ve trimmed back the conifer in the front garden so that the gate opens beautifully instead of bouncing back after hitting it. I’ve swept up some moss.

I’ve done more pottering stuff than I’ve ever done before, probably.

I think it’s the complete lack of anything – time doesn’t really have a meaning at the moment. Stuff doesn’t need to be done by a certain time because such and such will be happening. It’s just stuff needs to be done. Just do it, in a really jaunty way. I’m doing things without the prospect of a last-minute shift hanging over me like the sword of Damocles. I don’t have to have things done for when Carole gets home for work, or before I leave for work.

It’s quite refreshing.

We were talking, in the car back from Halifax, about how businesses are going to be able to justify any kind of “work-life balance” crap they come up with. The ease with which many a company has ditched, got rid of or changed processes which have been in place for ages because of the need to get a work force working from home has been quite interesting to see, really. Things have been dropped that have probably “always been done like that” and that if the idea of abolishing them had come up in an office environment would have led to six or seven meetings about it and whether it’s a viable option. Tell a place everyone needs to work from home or they’ll all die and suddenly nothing needs to be in triplicate anymore.

People are, suddenly, getting by without meetings or memos.

It’s a revolution.

And then they’re all going to the beach and standing elbow to elbow with strangers. But hey, at least they’re not having to go to work on a packed train or anything…