It is 110 days since I last went to a shop. Now that lockdown restrictions have eased, and shop are allowed to open, I promise that I will wear a mask and only shop for absolutely essential purchases. Fudge donuts are essential purchases? Right?
The donut was a celebratory donut to as I’m on vacation. I haven’t had a week off since September 2019.
Normally, I would have a break at Christmas but my Dad took ill just before I was due home. I spent the holiday season in the Western Isles hospital. Which wasn’t too bad as they do delicious, cheap food there. One of the best places to eat on the island. So, at least I’d look forward to the food even if the reason for the visit wasn’t as jolly.
My dad is now in a care home in Lewis. He went in the week before lockdown began. Which means both he and I have both being locked up against our will. Thankfully we have both come round to it and we’ve tried to make the best of a bad situation.
Last week he told me he has a Tardis in his care home. Which is impressive, I didn’t think he even had a television. He say’s it takes him from Stornoway to Glasgow in seconds but its a bit small so he’s not allowed luggage.
I blame Tory cutbacks for care homes not being able to afford a decent sized Tardis.
He also mentioned that a Tardis is quite expensive so we won’t be getting one at home.
It took a few days before I worked out what he was doing. He was confusing the care home elevator with a Tardis. The care home is on two floors. He is on the second floor. He thinks his room is in Glasgow but when he comes downstairs and see’s my mum he remembers he is in Stornoway.
I could be wrong. It could be that my dad is Dr Who.
I’m heading up to see him this week and one of my aims whilst I’m there is to try and run 100 miles in 7 days.
For no reason other than – I’m not sure I can.
I haven’t worked out a plan yet. I’ll think about that when I get there.