It has been half-term week here in London, and we are enjoying a week at home without rushing to umpteen online school meetings every day. Our living room is covered in doll clothes, and I have been alternating doing a bit of work with mending doll clothes and setting up tiny furniture.
The weather has been cold and and windy, with blustery rain in squalls. But each morning we are treated to glorious sunrises. The sky is covered in brushstrokes of pink, amber, gold and violet.
Part of being housebound by lockdown means that we sometimes laugh hilariously for no reason. The other day, while eating tomato noodle soup, my daughter jumped up and started hopping, kicking her heels high and punching her fists down. She declared it was her new dance move, and since I had nothing better to do, I joined in. Soon we were hopping and giggling!
In a routine that is fairly featureless (each day is the same), anything is fun. Even going to the dentist.
