I wake up the next day to utter bedlam, as if someone has ransacked my home. I take a pic, turn around & go back to bed.

The next few days are spent in major comedown mode. By Tuesday I finally summon the strength to reorganise my flat & reorder the birthday lettering to something more appropriate. Plus having failed to light any birthday candles over the weekend I belatedly light some in a stack of leftover crumpets & narrowly avoid singeing my eyebrows off.

Another project I am involved in has taken off the ground now too & so Tuesday I spend a big chunk of the day driving round Cambridge dropping off patterns & fabric to cutters aiding the Cambridgeshire Scrub Hub. An initiative run by my friend & colleague at River Island Cat Bell to make scrubs for hospital workers that are desperately in demand. Somehow I managed to royally screw up delivery though & had to go to one poor ladies house no less than THREE times to retrieve wrongly delivered items, I also had to go to Marions, pictured here, twice but she didn’t seem to mind, happy to have some company for a change.

When I got home there was a DHL dude grumpily awaiting me with a gift from my gorgeously generous friend Alex. Packaged in an ASOS bag I excitedly opened it to reveal a neon sequined swimsuit for my collection! So ridiculous, so over the top, so Jade! Thank you so much Alex, you really shouldn’t have, you naughty woman. Watch out world, coming to a balcony near you soon.

So it is now Wednesday 15th & I feel in a position to tackle life once again. The lockdown extension will be announced tomorrow & I’m pretty sure we are looking at least another 6 weeks. 1000 deaths a day, we haven’t even begun to flatten the curve yet. With that in mind its important that I get my head straight & ready for another long stretch.

I feel a timetable coming on to make the most of this extraordinary time, & to maintain some sort of sanity. Sometimes I just find myself gazing inexplicably at the ceiling for what feels like eternities thinking of the enormity of the situation & how insignificant I am amongst it all. However I do appear to have gotten into a new rhythm with this diary of once a week so that’s a key feature. Supermarket shop happens once a fortnight, combined with some volunteering action that creates an active enough architecture I think. I should really be exercising more but not going to put any pressure on myself, if I fancy it I can, bearing in mind it does make you feel sooo much better. But if it comes to it & I exit out of this scenario sane but fat that will be an extremely good result in my book. Easily reversed. Rest of the time I shall be writing in all the other hours that god sends until I finish another 6 chapters & then I can make time for some trading in the remainder. Yep that’s me for the foreseeable.

Stay safe, stay home, stay sane-itized xxxxxxxx