The day started early with a trip to the hospital for my next ECT list. The roads appeared a little busier today, although still nothing like before lockdown.
Unfortunately, when I arrived at the ECT suite, I discovered one of the nurses was off work and so there did not have enough people to safely run the list, and a replacement could not be found. So it was back in the car and on my way home.
I had to stop for petrol on the way back, the first time I have filled up in I think nearly two months, and a lot cheaper as well. Once home it was back on the laptop, catching up with emails and making calls.
The weather had suggested it was going to be sunny today, but by lunch it was still cloudy and cold, so Sarah and I enjoyed a break and food in the lounge. Once done, it was back on the calls for a solid couple of hours. I think it might have been the most productive since lockdown began, at least I was able to contact more patients in a short amount of time.
I had been so productive in fact that I was ahead of myself for the final call of the day, so with the sun having finally made an appearance, I gave myself five minutes in the garden. I was joined by what I think was an orange tip butterfly (see if you can spot it in the picture, I only had a second or two before it flew away to get the shot).
My final call was to my colleague Alwyn who is back following two weeks of leave. It was good to see him again and catch up on his, granted strange, break, as well as discussing some of his patients and the current state of affairs in general.
Dinner this evening was chicken fajitas, which I made while calling my parents. Unfortunately the camera was looking straight at the food I was chopping, so much of the conversation was along the lines of be careful and mind your fingers…
After dinner, Sarah and I took a quick walk on what is a rather pleasant evening, before sitting down to write a shopping list for tomorrow. Entertainment this evening will be more of SPQR. I have never been a particular fan of Roman history, but Mary Beard is such a good writer and weaver of tales that I am finding the book difficult to put down.
Self-Indulgent Twaddle 