Work is a pain. Not generally but adjusting to life working from home is a pain, and not for the obvious reasons.
My primary concern was broadband bandwidth. Here in the rural beyond of East Devon, all of a day’s hike, a language barrier and a timezone from Exeter, I get about 2.5 Mb/s. Not great but not that bad compared to others. However, working from home has been OK in terms of connectivity, even when 2 of us have been online. The not so magic formula is in keeping the kids off the internet during the working day.
No, that’s not the problem. Spending all day with a headset on talking to colleagues is the problem. No sooner has one meeting ended than another begins, or someone Skypes me with a question. When I do get a free run at something I just want to go get a cup of tea and have some downtime.
However, the “new normal” is becoming just that. We’ll get used to this.
Our lunchtime activity today is some father and son time walking around the block with my youngest son. The block being an unmetalled back lane that, in parts, is nothing more than a narrow muddy path.
Last night was the pub quiz. It’s a little odd not being in the pub for it but it’s a little beacon of normality that it’s still carrying on in some form. The quizmaster runs a Facebook Live session and everyone from the pubs he usually travels to log in and have fun. There are no prizes and it’s just for fun, but it’s great. Each week the quizmaster makes a little plea for a donation, half of which goes to him and half to charity. It’s hard not to donate to be honest. Tonight is a virtual pub gathering with my Uni mates, which is becoming a Thursday regular. And it’s fancy dress tonight – “wear odd headwear”.
Of course, it’s Thursday. So the 8 o’clock hand clapping for key workers happens again. Other than showing appreciation for people who’s jobs I really wouldn’t want at this time, it’s a sign that the community spirit in the village is strong, which is reassuring in its own way.
Before dinner I wander around the garden with my camera looking for inspiration. I have a photographic itch to scratch. I find an appealing daffodil and take a handheld shot at f/2.8 and ISO 800. Not my normal thing at all and rather liberating to be without a tripod to be honest. It’s today’s featured image.
Every day I’ve written one of these I’ve signed off with what we had for dinner. I have noticed that we are being more frugal. Lack of supplies hasn’t hit us yet and we have a well-stocked freezer for now, but our food waste is going down to very little. Tonight was a plate of mediterranean roast vegetables, sourced from bits and bobs in the salad drawer, with home made flatbread, and some left over black pudding. Bizarrely nice.