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Coronavirus Log: Cress, cats and working at home

The third week of working at home has drawn to a close and I find myself sat on a patio chair thinking about self sufficiency.

The word 'apocalypse' has been jokingly thrown about as a way to find a few grains of humour in our worrying crisis, but what if the workers in food shops or in the supply lines decided that working was too dangerous and food supplies ground to a halt?

A part of me feels thankful that my other half and I decided to begin growing vegetables for the first time this year, but another part of me doubts our limited farming skills and space to grow things would sustain us for more than about two days.

Our vegetables still have a long way to go
Our vegetables still have a long way to go

Perhaps we should stick to cress - that grows incredibly fast, right?

Our garden being small and the soil resembling a sandpit which struggles even to sustain grass, I wonder where else I might be able to grow it.

It grows even on tissue paper, I think, with a little water.

Perhaps that's why toilet roll flew off the shelves straight away, I consider.

Perhaps it was immediately collectively decided that sustainable toilet roll cress farming would see us all through the apocalypse.

Despite my concerns about whether our garden can sustain our food supply it has been a source of relaxation and a reminder that life in all its forms, goes on.

Meanwhile, our two cats, Mabel and Elsie, continue about their incredibly relaxed daily lives without a care in the world.

Well, there is the wind.

Mabel has been perplexed by, and terrified of it since birth.

A sudden gust last week sent her galloping from the garden straight into the glass patio door as she sought to escape it.

Recovered from her accident and still afraid of wind
Recovered from her accident and still afraid of wind

But aside from the arch nemesis of a stiff breeze and the odd bump on the head, their world has gone on as normal without any understanding of the word crisis, and I find myself feeling somewhat envious of that.

Erasing all knowledge of the current pandemic from my mind and then sleeping in the sun for an hour before rolling about on the carpet for a while seems like an attractive alternative to worrying.

Working from home has been a mixed bag in the weeks since lockdown, with a logical part of me thinking that not having to drive in saves hassle, time and petrol money and so can't be a bad thing.

But then, a part of the working routine has been sacrificed and it continues to make the entire working day feel slightly odd, even for someone who has worked at home before in other jobs.

There are, of course positives that extend beyond not having to drive in each day, with the crisis having brought an added feeling of team spirit with it.

All members of our team are adapting to the new working conditions while dealing with worries and challenges each day and yet nobody has anything negative to say, it's all about moving forward as a team and doing the best we can in a tough situation.

Being a part of that offers a comforting reminder that the world is muddling through together and we'll come out the other side of this, even though the uncertainty of when that might happen is a concern in itself.

Numbers have been a calming influence lately, with Italy and Spain beginning to see a levelling out of new case numbers and it brings hope that we'll soon follow that trend.

There is a light at both ends of every tunnel and it's in these moments of fleeting darkness that we truly notice and value the light behind and appreciate the light ahead when it comes.

A crisis can really bring people together, and if this coronavirus has a legacy which leaves a lasting impact on our society, I hope it is simply that we are a little closer and more united than before.

Highlight: Relaxing in the garden.

Low point: Mabel attempting to run through a glass patio door.