MY BELOVED

I won’t be the first and I certainly won’t be the last to put some words together during these difficult times of COVID-19 but put some together I must. The world is experiencing a pandemic virus like no other. I say no other as this is one of the 21^st century where everyone communicates with anyone at an even rapid pace, day and night and to where-ever in the world they might be. No more waiting for the postman to drop an envelope through the letterbox to tell the news, it’s there in front of you as it happens. To be ignorant of what is going on around you belong to the few who don’t have the means to gather the full information from technology that is held in the hand of many, and that is where social contact is vital We are a world of social contact, mainly. We enjoy the company of others and we cherish the family we have and to be separated from them is like ripping a band-aid off a sore place. It hurts…. Until, ……. you are forced into lockdown with these cherished ones for an indefinite period of time!

Wow, what a can of worms I open.  Many of us can remember that first flush of love, or shall I say ‘lust’ when we meet our one. We can’t bear to be away from each other for a moment and when we are, we are on the ‘phone to each other. We breathe each other. Fast forward to the pandemic when these precious loves ones are forced to work from home. For me, I’m nervous. Can I take this? He’s in the space that has become mine during the day where I work on my projects, taking my phone calls and have tea breaks when I want.  

He’s on the dining table taking conference calls whilst I’m trying to get that last paragraph down and when the eye daggers are thrown across to him, he just says “what?” How can he not know “what”? And just as I get into my paragraph dialogue where the heroine of the story is just about to fall into his arms and declare……. himself declares “Coffee” “are you making it love?”. “What? Are you kidding me?” I smile the response through gritted teeth. He gets the message and trots off round the table to the kitchen.

I take my cuppa into the garden where I regroup and find solace in the sunshine for a while. I need my space. Funny that.

Back to the workstation and I smile. He really does make a great cuppa. We are going to be Ok.

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