



An account of my travels in Stratford-on-Avon and Hampton Court March 2020 continued back in Adelaide as we live in a Covid19 -adapting world.







I discovered the pdf file of the book I created yesterday had indeed arrived. It was, of course, sent to the email address I used to set up the new account and make the book, an address I do not regularly use. It took a long time to download the book - all 234 Mb of it. I was still trying to retrieve it on my iPad, so I could view it in iBooks, when I decided I needed to go out. I succeeded later in the afternoon.
I went to deliver a seated hoop to my friend with the broken humerus. Her arm is healing, but pain has increased as she begins physio on the arm. Hopefully a hoop she does not have to hold will enable her to progress some of her embroidery. From there I went on to Unley to mail a parcel and drop off some soft plastic for recycling. When I got home there was another notice that I had missed a parcel, to be picked up at the Post Office after 4pm.







It has struck me several times that the title of this blog, England 2020, is a misnomer. It was appropriate when I set it up for a trip to England in late February, less so for the rest of the year in Adelaide. Yesterday I was struck by the perversity of the title when here in Australia we had no new community-based Covid cases and England announced a month's lock-down.
The title and circumstances of this blog bind me to England this year. Some of my activities - photo scanning, embroidery and bits of family history also bind me, causing me to think about my heritage. It's not something I've really thought through before and I'm not sure where it will take me. 2020 may prove to refer to vision as well as a visit and pandemic.




A lunch group of five women, to which I belong, met today for the first time since February. We normally meet at least 4 times a year, trying different restaurants around the city. It simply hasn't been possible to meet until now. We went to Chianti, not far from where I live. It was closed to diners for months, serving takeaway meals to order and delivering them to cars in the street outside.
Today it was as busy as I've seen it. Maria was everywhere - greeting, behind the bar, serving, checking, delivering hand sanitiser to our table when ours didn't work. We were in a bit of a noise pocket, but managed to make ourselves heard enough to catch up. I had Orecchiette pasta with Port Lincoln sardines, cauliflower and pine nuts, followed, of course, by affogato. So good to see friends.
I had planned to go to Norwood before lunch but, as usual, tried to fit in too much beforehand, so I went after lunch, back to Beads on Parade - the shop that was closed on Sunday - to try to get something to crimp the ends of the necklace that stuck in my neck. When I arrived, the shop was empty except for the two assistants, both beading at the workbench. They immediately provided advice, found beads to fill the empty spaces on the cord and offered to crimp it for me! I was a bit overwhelmed but fell into line quickly. I strung the extra beads, one assistant helped the three customers who came in and the other crimped my ends. Can't complain about service! 


