Like many other people I have been thinking about the return to school for many pupils and teachers next week. I think it is going to be a tremendous shock in many ways. I noticed recently when I was in the supermarket the way in which 2 girls appeared to have regressed. One was about 7, and was sitting on her mum’s lap with a dummy in her mouth. Another girl of about 12 was walking round with a baby doll under her arm. Neither child appeared to be special needs in any way, but I see that the newspaper articles have warned parents to expect all types of regressive behaviour: bedwetting, temper tantrums, school refusal. Experiments have also been done to show how children struggle to react to people wearing masks as they cannot read the facial expressions. I am beginning to feel a bit desperate about our children’s future. No, lockdown has not finished however adventurous I personally may appear to be.
But I had a lovely day in Haslemere with my goddaughter and her 2 little girls. We had a nice lunch courtesy of Dishy Rishi, and then went to feed the ducks. A very English pastime.
Tonight I watched Michael Portillo on a railway journey around Sicily. I enjoy his programmes very much but now I wonder if any more will be made: travelling with a mask on? Unable to embrace the exuberant Italians? I realise I sound very gloomy tonight which I am sorry about: I am in essence a much more upbeat person but I have occasional dips. Something to look forward to are my aquafit class and a real, not online Pilates class from 7 September. Now all I need is a real live music concert: maybe the Last Night of the Proms with all the words??!!