Day 392 Sunday reflections… the day before Scottish lockdown lifts 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🦠

My head is not good this morning. I can string a sentence together. We’ve had a laugh as I’ve started to say something that’s completely rubbish and Craig tries to dig for what I’m actually talking about.

I have rested up all weekend. I expected to wake up today full of energy and I am back in bed at 10.37am to try to make some sense of it and get more sleep. Otherwise I’d will be a rotten day for the dogs and Craig as I’ll take my grouchiness on them.

Grouchiness is an actual word. I love when I type something that I want to say and WordPress agrees it’s a word. Simple pleasures.

I’m going to utter the key words now that will make you all roll your eyes and realise what I have fallen victim to…… Facebook is full of everyone getting back out there enjoying themselves. Climbing mountains with all their friends in multicoloured workout gear looking ultra thin and sexy. Folk are away in their camper and with amazing sunsets and sunrises. Folk are on the islands with freedom to roam and the tranquility of no tourists (my idea of heaven). Folk are having friends round in the sunshine and living their best FB life.

I on the other hand am tired. Again.

And here come the tears.

I know it’s ok to be tired. I know it’s ok to need to rest. I’m living my best life just now and it doesn’t have to be climbing mountains or swimming oceans or travelling the world.

I just need my head to actually realise that and process it.

I also feel the pressure of the 9-5 again. That Sunday feeling when you are “working tomorrow” so you need to make the most of days off….. now that’s the biggest joke. I work 8-1 so plenty of time for other stuff.

Is anyone else nervous of the world getting back to normal? I want to go to Primark but that’s about it. I really need new cosy leggings that only they do best.

I like my life at home. I like this wee bubble we’ve created for ourselves.

I can’t change any of this I can only change the way I react to it.

I finally got out of bed at 1pm. That’s unheard of for me especially when he’s SCORCHIO outside. I’ve also realised that I don’t have to be in the sun 24/7…. yeah I know how ridiculous that statement is. 🤦🏻‍♀️😬🤣

It’s 3.41pm and I’ve just read all of that back and thought jeezo girl stop moaning. I obviously feel a bit better.

I did some axe work. Not much but it felt good hacking the branches that Craig had cut down.

I got bored 😐

I did some wedding. I got bored 😐

I got bored 😐

I swept the grass. I really did.

I now have some alcohol free Tanquery gin with lemonade and I’m enjoying the sun.

Since I wrote this we had a flurry of visitors to the garden enjoying the sun.

Craigs watching Rangers play St Johnstone in the Scottish Cup so I brought myself back to where the weekend began.

The sea!

I’ve been watching for ages and thought it was amazing how the sun setting was highlighting a wee house on the end of an island. It was the perfect silhouette.

The wee house seemed to move every time I looked up…. it’s a submarine!!!

Flying bird

It’s so lovely down here. Just the sound of the sea, the smell of the sea and the warmth of the sun. This is what life’s all about.

A paddle boarder!
The moon is rising!

I also think the tide is coming in…. I might just stop rambling and scoot back up the rocks!

Stay safe everyone ☀️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿☀️

12 thoughts on “Day 392 Sunday reflections… the day before Scottish lockdown lifts 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🦠

  1. The coast is the best! It’s my special place. And like you said, leave your worries and chores behind….where my only worry in the world is when is the tide reach my chair. Hope you are doing good.

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      1. My pleasure Julie. I hope to make it to Scotland one day. We did Ireland, tracking down my heritage, but Ireland said my McCleaf clan came from Scotland. So we are practically related. 🙂

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