Bank Holidays. A break from work, a sign that summer is on its way, and a chance to spend time with friends and family. This Easter break has been a little bit different.
We (like many others) were due to be on holiday right now. We were supposed to be in wales with my family. Spending time with my sister’s family and my parents, while the kids run riot on the beach.
Instead, we have been at home. We have been for our prescribed one walk a day in the woods, we have done some gardening, I have sorted out the kitchen cupboards… Joss spent the whole day yesterday dressed as a rabbit. Its been a slow paced, relaxed affair.
This time last year we were in wales spending time with one of my oldest friends. We drank, we chatted, we enjoyed the sunshine. What none of us knew at that time, was that was the last time we would see him. He died not long afterwards after suffering a short illness. I had known him for over 20 years. I wish now I had made more of that time. Taken more photos. Talked to him more.
I have friends who are doctors, nurses, GPs and other key workers who are not getting to spend the weekend at home with their families. They are working. Putting their own lives at risk to protect ours. I also have friends who are very ill, and daren’t leave the house, at all.
This evening, I am going to pour myself a fake g + t, have a look through all of my photos from the weekend, and raise a toast to Justin. Justin, your eccentric ways were a delight to witness.
So make the most of this time. Make the most of this slower pace. We may be stuck at home, but we are the lucky ones, we really are.
One year: No booze, no takeaways 