This past week has been a time for thinking of those who have died from this awful virus. The UK has topped the 100,000 death mark and it is saddening to hear.
These deaths are not just statistics or numbers to be shown on TV every night. They are real people. Someone's loved one. Mum, Dad, Granny, Grandad, sibling, cousin, friend. The list is endless.
They had a life and were loved and should be remembered as such.
I'm sure that nearly everyone in the UK (hell, the world) will know someone who has had the virus or has died from it. It affects us all in one way or another.
It's not something to take lightly. It has to be taken seriously by every single person.
Stick to the rules. Stay home. Wear a mask. Keep washing your hands, and hopefully we will all come out of this sooner, rather than later.
In other news self testing is going well and I only gagged four times last Wednesday when I did test number two. Sunday's test was a little better and thankfully negative.
Work is steady at the moment, with about 30 children each day. (Not that we see them as we have to stay away from classes). Only another two weeks to go until half term. I'm looking forward to a week off. A week of not setting the alarm. Not that I will have anything specific to get up for, as we're "At home" for the week.
I was thinking of decorating my craft room but I'll probably end up catching up with house work and finishing my crochet blanket. Such a hectic life I lead.
Hubby and I took a bracing walk along the prom on Sunday and boy the wind was fierce. It didn't stop people being out in the fresh air though and it was nice to be able to get out on one of the only dry days we've had recently.
Sunday evening we finally managed to have our quiz with friends and it was such a laugh. So much fun and just what was needed. I'm looking forward to the next one already. I think we'll do something for hubby's birthday on the 21st.
And there we go for another week.