I've moved beyond thoughtful and nostalgic to just plain silly. 9 days to go and it's time to hide the evidence.
forgive typo.

When my husband died 11 years ago, one of the things that I most struggled with was the loss of our daily routine. We both worked from home, and we had set times when we had tea together, when we argued about who was going to cook dinner, when we got up and the regular 10.30 bedtime we got used to when the kids were small, and never changed.
Lockdown is bringing the same feeling of grief and discombobulation to me as my usual daily and weekly routines have morphed into shapeless days.
How about you? Have you found new rituals yet? Are they helping? ... See more

April Fool's Day, and not a single joke anywhere. No lame front page fake headlines, no kids ringing up to ask if the fridge is running... If someone put a bucket of water on top of a door this morning, and I got soaked I'd probably have to go to bed for the day with a valium. How about you? ... See more

Are your neighbours nice? Annoying? Non-descript? Could you rely on them in a crisis? Would you help them if they asked? Today's task is to write, draw, or otherwise create a portrait of the neighbours. Have fun. ... See more

My happy place is St James Tidal Pool at high tide. It's driving me half crazy knowing it's just around the corner, a ten minute drive, and I'm not allowed to go there. What about you? Where is your favourite place? ... See more

Roast chicken, crispy roast potatoes, gem squash, peas and carrots. Thick gravy made with dripping and bisto. Followed by apple pie from the Warings bakery in Pinetown, with its sprinkling of castor sugar on the top and crispy shortcrust pastry, finished off with a dollop of cream. And a tot of red wine. My favourite comfort meal from childhood. (Yes, we were allowed wine with dinner once we'd made our First Communions, aged 6- what were they thinking?)
Today's challenge is to record your favourite comfort foods. I hope you enjoy it. ... See more

My husband's Ouma used to tell us about her mother, captured in a British concentration camp during the Boer war. A measles epidemic swept through the camp. Every morning the guards came and removed the sick and took them to a hospital.
Ouma's mother knew there was no chance of surviving once you were in the hospital tent. Her three year old son caught the measles. They had to hide him from the guards, but in a tent on the veld it was almost impossible.
She had a singer sewing machine with a wooden lid. When the guards came they hid him under the lid, and he was so emaciated he could fit inside it. He survived both the measles and the camp.
Today's prompt is to ask a member of the older generation to tell you stories like this that members of their family experienced. And don't forget the normal stuff like statistics, etc. ... See more

How did you find yourself in the place you live now? Tell the person reading this in 2063 about your journey.
And don't forget to add anything else you want to record, like statistics, emotions, what you did today, etc. ... See more