Our home for waifs & strays update
Life at our home for waifs and strays has certainly changed during the last few weeks. Covid-19 has seen to that. Of course, our animals are blissfully unaware that life on the outside is a troubled one. However, the garden has had time tenderly spent on it and is now looking like a thriving allotment with enough vegetables planted to keep us until autumn. The hens, bless their souls, are old but still present us with deliciously fresh eggs most days. And down in the pond, a battle has evolved, tadpoles versus newts, with the occasional kestrel watching from above. But, for now, I have a battle of my own.
Whilst my kind and unassuming husband works tirelessly in the attic, I still go to work at the small but perfectly formed hospital near the city. The ward is quiet with cancer patients coming in and out for operations. We are typical nurses, who laugh and cry together as we share in the knowledge, that life will never be the same again. And despite not being on the front line, we are armed as a team with PPE, to fight the enemy we can only see in the fear and sadness on people’s faces. Some of us on the team have had or think we have had the virus but unfortunately, we were not tested. So, it’s onwards and upwards in a battle to help ourselves and others, survive this coronavirus war.