OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.

— @HaggardHawks

“Covid Marshalls” going to work this morning at the Waterfront. I had no idea that they even existed, but their presence was strangely reassuring.

The day started with my festive treats: coffee with a divine Hoghouse chocolate pastéis de nata.

Then it was the early shopping trip, admin, gardening, Skype chat with Mom and Krystian, book deliveries and house work before ironing in front of the TV. Yesterday, my bead Christmas tree came out of hiding and a few Christmas gifts have accumulated beneath. I got two lovely festive greetings cards and they are on the mantlepiece. I listened to Christmas carols and feel like I can face the festive days and be a little bit merry.

And yet, the official infection and death numbers (over three hundred Covid-related deaths yesterday, over four hundred today) make it impossible to celebrate – it’s insane. Frightening. I personally know people who are suffering as I type and I feel utterly helpless.

Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.

“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”

— NICD