It is now Saturday evening, in my parallel universe. So, I would be in the pub/wine bar with friends, and DP would call, after a few drinks, because he has been to see Chelsea, and he is other celebrating or commiserating, praising or cursing the ref.
He asks if we are going to meet up in town, or should we go back to his/mine? Should we eat out? He says there's a good band on at a pub we like, but I don't fancy it, seen them before, would rather go to the little Italian near where he lives... We make arrangements, and carry on as we have every other Saturday for years. Because that is our normal, and we take it for granted.
Now: Just watched a Midsummer Murders, cuddling the cat, after face timing DP, who I think misses me more than he misses Chelsea. I miss him so much I could cry. Wondering if I can stretch out the food in the fridge, so I don't have to face supermarkets until next week.
Sorry you are missing what you expected, I hope we can all capture some of normality soon.
to all.