Anti Dementors Party with Patronii

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Are you out there, my lovelies?

We were in Tenerife in March
So pleased we were
Should’ve been watching lindisfarne tonight at northern kin festival now postponed till August bank holiday
Hopefully

I'm lucky that I like walking/ running anyway and have a decent range of routes on the doorstep.

The DCs loved it last week when we drove to a different park for the first time and they got to spend over an hour playing in a fallen tree. They're quite easily pleased thank goodness

It’s why I hate sundays bark and cheese
Always go for a Sunday roast
So miss it

DS and wife had tickets for Manchester Queen concert next month 11 June, they are still selling tickets, so she cannot get a refund £400.

I remember crap, boring Sundays in my early teens in the early 90s. Going to the tip or garden centre was exciting. We've time travelled back.

At least we now have catch-up TV

We went to West Park today (for those in the know ). Cafe was open, loads of space for scooting and for the toddler to run around.

It is the lack of anything in the calendar to look forwards to that's making me feel lost in a void of time.

This. 100% this.

Shitting grotty weather here in Glasgow, really rainy and strong winds so we’ve been inside pretty much all day. DH is off and not going to the supermarket/to see his parents so at least I was allowed a wee break from constant childcare to walk to Lidl. First time I’d been in a shop in months. I got donuts!

I saw West Park was open. I might have to venture past the County Boundary

Darley Park is worth an outing. I'm not sure about toilets being open yet, but the cafe is open as a take-away kiosk.

Somewhere I saw the lockdown described as an endless 1980s bank holiday. Being old enough to remember 80s bank holidays I don’t disagree.

We’re stuck in London with no car (a lifestyle choice we’re generally happy with), and I had rather been envying friends IRL and folks on here driving off for day trips to the country or seaside. But having seen the hostile reactions day trippers are getting and all the ranting about shit on the beaches I’ve decided I’m not bothered at all! We went for a walk locally, and Londoners seem so chilled out in comparison (here in Hackney, anyway). The sun was shining, we stopped off in a park so the children could climb trees with all the kids, right next to the locked play area (I love how their determination to climb prevails). One of our favourite cafes was open for takeaways so we had fancy coffees and smoothies. It was lovely. Seaside and beauty-spot residents can keep their countryside and beaches!

Might try there tomorrow BogRollBOGOF! Do you know if Markeaton Park is open?

Somewhere I saw the lockdown described as an endless 1980s bank holiday. Being old enough to remember 80s bank holidays I don’t disagree

Every day is like Sunday
Every day is silent and grey

We were supposed to be going to see Gaye Bykers on Acid tomorrow at the O2 Academy, Newcastle. Next Friday we would have been at The Radio Rooms for Resurrection (top Stone Roses tribute band). Today we would have been cracking with lovely fellow ale supping mates (who we miss so badly) at the local micro brewery's mini tap day.

All I'm looking forward to now is going back to work at the end of July

• just to get out of the house for something other than a walk or going to the bastard supermarket. Fuxake.

Should have been at Neighbourhood weekender tomorrow - had about 18 gigs postponed this year. However some gigs I couldn't get to I'm now able to as they've been rearranged so swings and roundabouts.
I miss live music and having things in the diary.

Ha @IcedPurple that sing has been playing in my head rather a lot recently

DH was supposed to be in Geneva this weekend. Instead he’s cleaning our manky old frying pans with a Brillo pad. Poor chap.

I just miss having something to look forward to. We’ve had holidays, gigs, birthdays all cancelled.
Everything is so ploddingly dull.

I didn't sign up to have my life taken away for the next four months until it's somehow "safe".

Yup, me neither.

I was afraid that's what I was signing up for at the time, but I decided I was being too negative.

That's exactly how it feels, like I have had my life taken away. And my kids have had their lives taken away.

And we're not even allowed to talk about the actual statistical risks because only mawkish sentimentality is allowed when discussing this.

I honestly thought it would be 2 or 3 weeks. I’m pretty fucked off with this now.
Blended learning had tipped me over the edge.

Unfortunately we can't just postpone our holidays until late summer / autumn. I'm pregnant, due in September, and was looking forward to a couple of trips in my second trimester while I still had energy and wasn't too massive. We were going to see family and friends in Europe and DS would have enjoyed a rare opportunity to play with his cousin and our friends' kids. As it is, by the time lockdown is hopefully lifted in July/August, I'll be heavily pregnant, suffering even more with PGP than I am now, and the last thing I'll want to do is get on a plane to somewhere unbearably hot (which it wouldn't have been in April-May). Then from September, we'll have a newborn and won't be going anywhere far for a while.

So yes, I was and am absolutely gutted about our cancelled trips, and make no apology for it.

Name changed but I've been around on these threads for a while.

My husband just showed me a picture he thought was funny - a diary which said "2020 best year ever" - and I burst into tears. I think lockdown is getting to me.

I agree with what you're saying above that we arent allowed to be sad, disappointed or angry about missing out on holidays or other things because people are DYING! But my daughter is 3 and this summer was supposed to be so fun - taking her all sorts of places for the first time. We had even considered taking her for her first holiday abroad. But instead her Summer so far has consisted of wandering round the housing estate where we live and watching TV all day

Was my 30th wedding anniversary (been and gone, gutted) and my 50th birthday (still to come, not looking good).. Should have been a lovely holiday for both. I can celebrate them next year, I know.. But it's not the same.. And I am unapologetically gutted too.

I went for a little wander into the shops today to see if anything was different, not really. Boots a bit strange, staff all in masks and kind of dark in there, M&S had some more clothes in, Holland and Barratt and Waitrose, how exciting!

Got an ice lolly and wasted round by the weir and the river just for a change from the park. I saw a few people in masks but still pretty quiet. It does help to get out and makes it feel less scary.

DS is also 3, I am both heartbroken for him and exasperated by him (he is HARD WORK which is understandable but still exhausting).

Our nursery is reopening on 1st June thank fuck.

we arent allowed to be sad, disappointed or angry about missing out on holidays or other things because people are DYING!

I think this is one of the things that pisses me off the most. We can't even have a moan on social media as the dementors gather and screech at us. Thank god for this thread!