Tuesday 13 October 2020
It is 6pm. I am just packing up for the day when my Eldest calls. It’s been a hell of a day.
‘We confirm a member of the school community has tested positive for Covid-19′ day
‘We are diverting all staff onto emergency cover until half term’ day
‘Teach your lesson; post your lesson; live stream your lesson; everything three times your lesson’ day
‘Your fault. Follow the rules. Don’t blame test and trace. Schools stay “open”. We’ve given you three extra weeks, … We’re all in this together‘ day
I push it all aside and tune into my daughter’s bubbly chatter.
It’s true, she has blown month one’s budget in just over 2 weeks and a giggly, joyful voice takes me through the mis-calculations and ‘very valid’ reasons why ‘money’s running a bit low’. I hear crazy tales of cinema bookings for Newcastle-under-Lyne instead of Newcastle-upon-Tyne and the surprise of finding yourself in a screening of ‘Harry Potter‘ … instead of a romcom. I hear about mishaps with keys and the saga of a broken phone screen. I hear the cheerful acknowledgement that arriving in the North East with a suitcase full of crop-tops but no winter coat probably wasn’t her wisest move…
And I hear, life and laughter and happiness. And it makes me smile and at least for the rest of today, remember what living is really all about…