The Bludgeonings of Chance

Three weeks ago we had freedom, full shops and nothing to fear, and we didn’t appreciate how lucky we were.

Three weeks ago it was cold and I was wearing a fleece and jumper in the house and sleeping under two duvets. Now I have discarded the fleece and jumper and a duvet. However, it looks like the cold may be making a return, so things may not have changed as much as I thought.

Three weeks ago I was always tired, as I never managed to get any decent sleep. These days I am remarkably well rested and and my life has taken on a natural rhythm, which sees me sitting up until the early hours then sleeping in until it is time to get up and eat brunch. It’s not a way of living that will survive the resumption of work, but it’s very relaxing.

For me, life in lockdown has not been too bad. There have been bits where I worried about where all the food had gone, and even a short period where I worried about dying. Then I realised that I wasn’t going to starve and that there was nothing I could do about dying. So I Β forgot to worry.

I’m not really worrying about anything right now. I’m taking steps to ensure a good supply of food and I’m keeping myself isolated but that’s not the same as lying awake at night worrying about starvation and death.

I have accumulated a number of health problems that are mainly to do with over-indulgence, and if the coronavirus gets me it will be my own fault. To be honest, until I read the information on factors that might lead to my death I didn’t even think I was ill. I kept reading about elderly people with underlying health problems and thinking “Poor sods. I’m glad I’m not one of them.”

Then I actually read the list and realised I was one of them.

I am currently preparing for death by looking up famous last words and combing through poetry for suitable quotes.

It doesn’t do to be morbid. On the other hand it’s just as well to have your famous last words ready, because if they aren’t good enough they may never become famous.


Burntstump Country Park, Notts

The photographs are, again, from a time when I was allowed to drive to places and walk round.

30 thoughts on “The Bludgeonings of Chance

      1. Helen

        Maybe they will come back? I heard an interesting piece on the radio yesterday about wildlife moving in because humans have β€˜moved out’.

    1. quercuscommunity

      I didn’t realise you were retired – blogger, raconteur and bionic knee test-bed married to a a gardener, cook, driver and photographer. Where do you find the time to be retired?

  1. Lavinia Ross

    The photos are exceptionally colorful and very beautiful, Quercus. We all soldier on with our genetic and health baggage. Nothing else one can do. Worrying will not help, and probably just makes one more prone to disease from continual stress.

    Glad you are enjoying life and taking things a day at a time. May I suggest shrimp scampi on linguine and champagne for you and Julia?

  2. tootlepedal

    Lovely photographs to illustrate a thought provoking post. Last time I looked I found that I was exactly the average age of those dying from the virus and as I have asthma, I have been quite anxious to avoid catching the thing. I had previously thought that I was probably immortal but that has changed now so I am very grateful for your tip about famous last words.

    1. quercuscommunity

      Yes, it would be a waste to live all those years and fail to take the chance of uttering some famous last words.

      That must mean I am below average compared to those who are dying, it would be vexing to be below average AND without famous last words.

      I may try something along the lines of wanting one of Mrs Botham’s pork pies, though I hope to avoid this sort of controversy.

      1. quercuscommunity

        You will need to prepare the ground for that one by complaining you are ill. Possibly several times.

        I was thinking of having something in very small letters so they had to stand close to read it. Something like “Get off my grave!”

      2. Clem

        One might suppose if there were a controversy more than 200 years hence concerning what might pass for your final words… well, then certainly you’ve made quite the impression.

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