POM POM ANYONE?

Right, the tree's next addition:

ABOVE:  So, now we have a POM POM.  And I had to look up on You Tube how to make a freakin' pom pom!  

While I was sewing it on, no less than 3 'groups' of people walked by (at a safe distance)..... and they ALL stopped and talked to me about the tree and what I was doing.

AND all said they would now be keeping an eye on future developments.  *smiles*

By GROUPS I mean there was a man on his own, a man and woman together, and a Mum and her little boy.     *We are allowed to go for walks, as long as we don't get close to other people*.

Also worth noting, THAT is as far as I intend to go off my property, unless I'm going to the supermarket, masked up and holding sanitiser soaked wipes.

Day 2 of our LOCK DOWN... who knows how many more?  30/40/50, no one knows.
It's a surreal feeling knowing you are literally stuck at home and can't go anywhere except a couple of places.

Stew was talking to someone on the phone yesterday from work.  Apparently one of his colleagues in Auckland was driving to the office to pick up case files, and was stopped by the Police!  

Because he didn't (as yet) have the necessary paperwork clearing him to go to the office, he was told to turn around and go back home!

Because where Stew works is deemed as providing an essential service, they will be issued with the appropriate paperwork soon I hope.

It's certainly a very different world we are living in right now!  

I wouldn't say I am scared, but I am unsettled by it all.  

I read this on a friend's blog last night:

The English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent virus threat and have therefore raised their threat level from "Miffed" to "Peeved."  Soon, though, level may be raised yet again to "Irritated" or even "A Bit Cross."

The English have not been "A Bit Cross" since the blitz in 1940 when tea supplies nearly ran out.

The virus has been re-categorised from "Tiresome" to "A Bloody Nuisance."  The last time the British issued a "Bloody Nuisance" warning level was in 1588, when threatened by the Spanish Armada.

The Scots have raised their threat level from "Pissed Off" to "Let's Get the Bastard."  They don't have any other levels.  This is the reason they have been used on the front line of the British army for the last 300 years.

Australia, meanwhile, has raised its alert level from "No worries" to "She'll be alright, Mate."  Two more escalation levels remain:  "Crikey! I think we'll need to cancel the barbie this weekend!" and  "The barbie is cancelled."  So far, no situation has ever warranted use of the final escalation level.

Yep.  Funny, but not.  Not enough is being done in some countries to stop the spread of this damn virus.

Today I have no set plans.  There's plenty to do around here... let's wait and see what I get up to.

ONWARD...

So.  I ate a 2nd piece of my cake at around MIDNIGHT.  VERY. BAD. MOVE.

I woke at 4 am with stomach acid rising into my mouth.  I choked, struggled to breathe for over 3 hours!  It was horrific.
It has only ever happened 4 times in my life, and always after I've eaten too late in the evening.

I've got a burnt throat and feel like utter shit.
I'm exhausted and have a massive headache to boot.

Not happy with myself, I should have known better.

But that cake... so delicious!

But I think I'll give it a wide berth today.  
Might even fast till dinnertime to give myself time to get over that incident.

We have glorious, constant drizzle here today.  The lawn and gardens are getting a good soaking.

So's the knitting on the tree... but that's OK.  It won't hurt it.

I've got another piece ready to go on too.  And I've thought of what piece to do next, so I might just start on that today.

STEVE:  Has just been taken to A&E at the hospital.  More later.

ABOVE:  taken just now. (3.45 pm).
He started getting pain in his shoulder radiating down to his chest... the Doctor thought it might be a travelling blood clot?  So off to hospital Bex took him.

He's there till they can work out what the problem is. 
Bex and the boys had to stay in the car, drop him off at the A & E door and go home.

Scary.  He's hoping he doesn't have to stay there... cos Bex and the boys (and us) cannot visit him now.

8.55 pm and he's finally off for a Cat Scan!  Hoping it doesn't show any blood clots and he can go home.

How wrong can you be?  He does NOT have any blood clots.  What he has is an enlarged heart, showing signs of damage from ????
So, he's been admitted and will be seen by a cardiologist either tonight or tomorrow.

FUCK.  What else can go wrong for him?  This is the third damn thing.

I'm going.  I doubt I'll sleep much tonight, even though I'm knackered, been awake since 4 am this morning.

The worst thing for me in all of this is we can't even go up there and be with him.