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When your own OH (other half) is curious enough to ask what are you going to be blogging about today, you know that you must be doing something right.
A few blog statistics for you.
23 people viewed my last blog. The breakdown was 13 people from the UK, 4 from Uganda, 2 from the Netherlands, 2 from the USA, 1 from Austria and 1 from Romania.
Yesterday I also gained two new followers which makes the number of you who have actually signed up to this blog around 200. So thank you! And an especial thank you to those of you who take the trouble to email or comment on the blog page. It’s very motivating to know that people are actually enjoying reading what I write!
I have actually been blogging my poetry since 2013. Those were generally irregular blogs – a handful a year. Since I have been blogging every day my viewing figures have shot up. From 2013 to the start of lockdown, 8306 people had visited my blog. Since lockdown that number has increased by well over a thousand! I’ve also been astonished by the number of people on LinkedIn who are reading my blogs. If you are one of them – thank you!
Then there are the Facebookers who “like” my blog post but don’t actually read it. What’s the point of that? I’d much rather they’d go to the blog and like it there where a “like” actually means something. But that’s Facebook for you. Full of people liking fluffy kittens, cute babies, twee sayings and photos of other people’s holidays – in the days when there were such things as holidays.
We are now told that we are coming out of hibernation. Like my blogger friend Mel, I think BJ is doing far too much far too soon much in the same way as he did far too little far too late. Time will tell. I’m not in any hurry to get out there just yet.
I have to admit that there have been aspects of the lockdown I have enjoyed. Relished even. Not having to think about what to wear is one – or at least only having to think about the top half for my Zoom appearances. Not wearing make-up – not that I ever wore much before. Not caring about the streaks of grey showing in my now long hair. Like Boris’s ideas for coming out of lockdown, it has all been quite liberating.
Another thing I loved about the lockdown was the empty roads and lack of traffic. For a few weeks families reclaimed the streets and it was a joy to see children being able to cycle again in the road just as they had done in my childhood. Seeing photos of London empty of traffic was eerie and at the same time thrilling.
At the start, like everyone else, I was savouring the birdsong when I could hear it above the sound of building work. Where we live, the lockdown seems to have liberated all those people who had been wanting to have work done on their homes. For the past few months we have had to put up with the noise of drilling, banging and hammering. In this beautiful weather it would be lovely to be able to have the windows open but all this building work has sometimes made for an unpleasant experience. A neighbour down the road has building work noise so loud that it has set her dogs off barking so we have that to contend with as well.
And now we’ve all been given permission to sit in our gardens with friends it seems such a shame that this pleasure will be blighted by the sound of work going on. Whenever we go for our walks we count the number of skips. Interestingly, there are two houses now for sale in our road and two more just round the corner. More noisy building work to come no doubt!
On a good day, lockdown has sometimes felt like the Sundays of my childhood. The only activity would have been the sound of men mowing their lawns or hosing down their cars. The highlight of the week then would have been the Sunday drive out into the country. Very little traffic except for what my dad would contemptuously call the ‘Sunday drivers.’ One could whizz through towns and villages because all the shops would be closed – just like it has been for the past few months.
But now the traffic is back to normal. Not a new normal. But, sadly, the old normal. Traffic jams. Fumes. Pollution. And with drivers who are – if anything – a little bit more inconsiderate than they were before. Another thing we have to thank the lockdown for.
The hammering has stopped and I’m off to sit in the garden while I can. See you again soon.
© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems