Marks Grans Blog

I don't want to moan but I'm going to moan. I'm fed up. I got through lockdown no problem at all.  I think what made the difference was the weather.  It was fabulous almost all through the severe lockdown.   The whole month of July has been abysmal.  It's been wet and cold.  I've actually had to put the fire on on more than one occasion and I put an extra blanket on the bed on a few occasions when the summer weight duvet wasn't enough.  The good weather of April, May and June have all but been forgotten and I'm missing it. I'm not looking for big heatwaves but some dry and settled mild warmth would be good. I've got plenty to be doing.  I have things in the house to clean; cupboards to rearrange and organise; books to read; films on Netflix; sewing to do; photos to sort; cards to make; the garden to tame back from being a jungle; you get the picture, there is endless stuff I could and should be doing but I cannot for the life of me be bothere...

I just read a recent blog post from SadieC http://notesfromanordinarylife.blogspot.com/   and I was reminded of a time when I felt exactly how she seems to feel just now. My grandson's 18th birthday party. The year was 2001, the month, September.  My daughter was pregnant with her son who was due mid September.  To be honest, I can't remember all the dramas of that year but I know hubby's dad died very suddenly and unexpectedly the previous year and I know we had not expected our daughter aged just 20 to get pregnant when she did but we got on with it as you do.  Then the biggie struck.  9/11.  One of those moments in time when you remember where you were, what you were doing and how you felt.  I was at work in an attic office in a park in Glasgow.   There was only myself and one volunteer in the office just after lunchtime.  The boss had gone home early and the officers were all out on site.  When the first plane hit the tow...