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[todayiamadaisy]

In a shameless isolation stereotype, today I made bread. Focaccia. And it was good.

A game I have been playing this week: "Who's On The Phone?" From my temporary office I can hear my mother on her phone. Can I guess who it is from her side of the conversation before she finishes? Most of them are easy. Mention of quilt patterns: that's her quilting friend, Sue. Asking about the dogs: Jan. Random chatter about gardens, things she's watched on TV, and where a rather contrary mutual friend has moved to: Colleen.

But there was one tricky one. It went like this:
[Phone rings]
"Oh, hello!... Yes, good, thanks, we're fine. And you, how are you going, are you still at work?... Yes, my daughter is working from home too... Yes, it must be a bit tricky... Oh, no, I didn't know that... No, that wasn't long at all, was it?... Oh, that's no good, and in the current situation, that will be hard... Well, thanks for letting me know, all the best."

I mean... is that bad news? But she didn't sound all that sad about it. And she called me "my daughter", not by my name as I'd expect if she was talking to one of her friends. And most of her friends are either retired or nurses, so no working from home for them. I just couldn't work it out.

So when I came out to make a cup of tea, I said, "Who was that on the phone?" and my mother waved her hand airily.

"Oh," she said, "that was Harry."

"Who's Harry?"

"He's the young man from the real estate agent who was selling the house down the road last year. I had to give him my number when I went to have a look round, and he rings every now and then to let me know about other houses for sale in the area. There's one for sale around the corner, they have to sell up after less than a year."

I admitted I wouldn't have guessed that.

Weekly knitting photo: I have reached that stage of knitting where frustration with the slow going makes me go even slower. I barely made it into the fourth stripe this week. I'm lucky I don't have to knit a whole wardrobe.