Lockdown comes to an end quite soon – tomorrow is the final day, and the government has said it will announce what comes next on Monday. So I daresay Monday itself will be a sort of free for all. The GF is quite restless and fed up. I’m fed up too, but also I feel that our daily lives are not that dissimilar from a lockdown anyway. It is feeling forced to stay in one city that I find difficult.
Anyway, after last weekend’s failure to visit the market, today the GF went on an excursion. I was a bit under the weather so didn’t join him. He came back with a wealth of lovely things, strawberries, cherries, artichokes, broad beans and a little plant which I had to google to identify as (embarrassingly) a pepper plant. Spring at these latitudes is a wondrous thing.
In Lahore, meanwhile, a marriage was arranged. There was a disaster when the bride-to-be’s clothes were scorched by the laundryman, but I think it was all for the best as they seemed a bit too elaborate to me. Instead she wore a very nice sari. There were a few awkward looking photos, a few pleased and more relaxed ones, and done. Sad that I wasn’t there, but there is no doubt I would have not have enjoyed it and even looking at the photos it was sad to see the space on the sofa where my mother would have sat, with her oldest friend on the other.