Our entire household has gone into self isolation in preparation for my husband's surgery later this week. It's only three days and to be honest I'm enjoying much of this temporary return to a strict lockdown.
I went shopping in preparation for our mini lockdown but already we've run out of bread and cereal. Thankfully my daughter's boyfriend has been able to drop supplies at the doorstep while we hide behind the door. We wait for him to back away then dart out like timid squirrels grabbing acorns.
We've got crisps and mixers for the gin so that's the main thing.
I'm a little bewildered by the prescribed self isolation period. Speaking to others who've been asked by hospitals to isolate there seems to be a number of variations. Some have to isolate for two weeks and some have to just isolate themselves while their family carries on as normal. I'm not sure what three days will do - one of the days was the day before my husband's routine pre-op covid test.
Anyway, it's a break from the usual school run although I don't love encouraging them to work at home. I do love spending the day in my pyjamas and forgoing the bra. Really all I want to do is surround myself with snacks and watch back to back Four In A Bed which is what I'm doing in between checking on the children and cooking endless meals.
My long suffering husband is being very obliging and getting on with the decorating which I planned during hours of being discontent with my interior decor during lockdown 1.0.
Luckily (although maybe not for him) I'd already chosen a colour and been and bought the paint, and all that was left to do was
bully strongly encourage my husband to get on with it before he lapses into recuperating invalid mode.
I'm lucky to have a big family so we don't feel lonely, and friends and family who are tech savvy and happy to video call us while we are housebound. And of course we are very grateful to our personal shopper Peter who saved lunchtime after we discovered we'd run out of bread!