The last time I had any human touch was over two months ago when I was in the hospital for my biannual check-up that would have involved phlebotomy and that touch was gloved the nurse in protective clothing and the needle went seeking veins in both arms without success that another nurse had to have a go too.
The other human
contact I have had has socially distanced with friends in a park and with my
neighbours on our weekly Sunday soirees for wine or port and a bit of banter.
Being alone at home
as I have for months has been an exercise of mindfulness, the perspective
formed of being in a retreat rather than in a lockdown situation. Thoughts of
being restricted or limited are put in the background and away, as each day
brings the promise of interesting things and my curiosity leads me to new
discoveries that gladden and intrigue.
Phonetics from
childhood
Even a chance encounter
I forgot as I was out for a walk on Sunday, a father pushing his daughter in a
stroller was on the phone as he was able to cross the road. What he was saying
sounded familiar, he was speaking in Hausa. Obviously, I had a little chat to him,
in Hausa, telling him my knowledge of Hausa was from over 40 years ago, before
I bid him farewell, probing not further.
If my memory serves
me right, I last saw someone speaking Hausa in Manchester probably 5 years ago
in Argos, two ladies and their kids. We did not say much either, we just
exchanged pleasantries.
On my mind, always
Another thing
occupies my mind apart from work which is still not in as full as flow as one
would like it to be. Brian, on my mind, in my head, and in my heart. Just how I
wish I were counting down the days to something amazing. I miss travelling, I
miss the company, I miss the companionship, I miss the embrace, the kisses, the
love.
I look forward to a
different time ahead, a wonderful time together, the fulfilment of a wish we
both have and the promise we have made to each other, it is more than a consolation,
it is a destination of good, wonderful and amazing things, I can hold on, he
can hold on, we can hold on.
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