Few people realised a year ago that we would still be isolating and "being careful" but that's how it is and we are having to get used to the idea. I'm not going to pubs and restaurants, going to shopping areas as infrequently as possible, and being very sparing in my (face to face) contacts with friends. My pre-existing conditions make it somewhat likely that, if I get covid, I will be ill, and I feel that as I manage very well with just my own company, I can do my bit by being one less problem for the NHS.
I'm finding plenty to do in my own home and am increasingly thankful for on-line shopping. I've got a huge stash of crafty bits and pieces but there's often something I need to complete a project. This year every Christmas present included something home-made, even if it was just a jar of chutney. I've made great inroads into the fabric stash by making a lot of bags as presents.
I've taken myself well in hand weight-wise and have lost two stones, nine pounds (that's thirty seven pounds or seventeen kilos) even with the Christmas hiatus. This means that I have lost almost six stone since the end of 2013. I have had a (very necessary) knee replacement and am now walking again and even with that set-back I have increased my annual step count slightly.
Not only have I lost weight, it feels as though my house has lost weight too. I will never be a tidy girl but decluttering and re-organising have made my bungalow rather more civilised and Annie-The-Home-Enhancer has made it super comfortable.
I've had a couple of extra visits from my nephew, once to help out after my knee surgery and once to celebrate my seventieth birthday. It would have been good to get out more myself but that wasn't to be.
My garden has flourished with the help of you-know-who so that my Christmas lunch included home-grown beetroot, onions, leeks, carrots and broccoli. I've had flowers and veg and been able to enjoy sitting in the garden and eating meals out there.
Life is good and I am truly blessed.