Isolation.

I slipped up yesterday. I broke my self isolation. On hearing my gardener beavering away in the garden I did what I always do. I made him a tray with a hot drink and a bun. Taking it out to him we then then sat together in the summer house whilst he consumed it. Only half way through did I realise that I had broken the rules. We had a laugh. I had included money on the tray I took out to him so all was well. But I realised belatedly that I had to do better in future. Once a week my cleaner arrives as well as my gardener so today I should talk to her on the phone. I don’t want her to arrive next week. I can clean up after myself....it was different when I was still working...but now, a lady of far too much leisure I can polish my own tables especially as she has a sick husband. It’s all far too complicated when I really settle down to not having anyone else in the house at all. But it’s what I am supposed to do I think. I will continue to pay both the gardener and the cleaner. Fortunately I can do that.thank goodness. I am not happy being totally alone but I realise that it’s necessary. I’m almost out of fresh food...but there’s dried stuff I can use. Self isolation is not fun....but I can do it. I think!