Last Friday, we lost our land line, wi-fi, broadband and the last of our sanity.
We tried not to give up the ghost and retreat somewhere warm and dark, but managed to contact our supplier in the vain hope of a miracle. Our misery deepened when they said it would take several days to repair the fault they discovered. There was a pause on the line, as our details were being checked.
“Hang on a minute,” he said. “You are a Halo customer, that means we can send you a 4G mini hub, so you can be back on line in no time!”
I could have kissed him!
The next day the mini hub arrived and almost normal has resumed. Parts of the system seem to be sulking which is frustrating the hell out of me, but it won’t be for long. Fingers crossed!
Round about then, was when we learned that Christmas has been cancelled for most of us here in the south of England because of this new and nasty strain of this blessed virus. If I was miserable before, it was nothing to how I felt at that moment. No family around the table, sharing a Christmas dinner, no catching up or any hugs and kisses. We have so been looking forward to seeing everyone on Christmas day.
Todays post should have been Macro Monday, where I share my favourite macro photographs. I have cheered up considerably talking to all of you, so I will add the best one this week so far…
Jaye Marie 2020
Let it Grow
I found a pot on my windowsill
A tiny flower growing
Who placed it there is still unknown
I watch it grow, lost in dreaming
A pure white land, filled with voices screaming
I step on in, hope to help
Swallowed by cotton wool
I recognise the voice calling
It’s time to wake from your world of dreaming
Turn back before you are lost
The flower scent, a warning meant
Tell him now, you’re not the kind of girl
You hold for one night only…
© anita dawes 2020