Now, the lockdown is its sixth week and we are not only finding ourselves adopting to the new normal but also facing new necessities such as grooming dogs at home.
Since the lockdown started, the weather in London was like early summer and Bella’s coat was a little too long for it. Since her usual groomer was closed for an indefinite period, I had to take up the challenge…
After I bathed her, dried her and combed her, she was ready to be given a haircut.
Despite my concern, Bella wasn’t too frightened by the sound of a clipper. It was really funny to discover that she seemed to know who was the real boss in here – she wasn’t very co-operative when Hubbie was holding her – she wriggled and yelped with no apparent reason, but she behaved much better as soon as I started to clip her alone. Hahah!
I wouldn’t never had dreamt of grooming Bella until the lockdown and I kind of liked the idea of doing it by myself from then on.
What was the famous saying? “Necessity is the mother of invention”?
I never gonna thank the COVID-19 ever but without the lockdown, I never knew my new possibilities…
This morning, I saw a traffic warden on our street for the first time since the lockdown has started.
While the warden was issuing a ticket, a few construction workers came out from a building site nearby and approached him, protesting about the penalty. At one stage, the distance between them was less than 1m even though the confrontation lasted nearly 5 minutes. ‘Gee, is it really necessary? Where is the social-distancing rule?’ I was biting my lips while I was watching the exchange.
Issuing parking fines to construction workers, who weren’t banned from working but also were discouraged to use public transports, was one thing but also sending out those traffic wardens to the street without appropriate protections was another thing I really wanted to question Hackney Council. Sure, they would want to recoup some revenue they lost during the lockdown. But they must also remember that they had their duty to protect everyone from the virus.
Ok, it’s enough for my corona moaning.
As I mentioned in the previous post that mum and I were not light travellers even though we wished to be one. We would love to travel with a minimum luggage like a small carry-on each, instead of being laden with multiple bags of all sizes and makes like Samwise “Sam” Gamgee in The Lords of the Rings and trudging on down the street.
When I fantasise about being an light traveller, one image pops up in my mind is a TV advert I watched when I was a teenager. In it, a guy in a pair of faded Levi’s 501 slipped his passport in to the rear pocket and casually walked towards a departure. Needless to say, he had no luggage to hamper his style. Oh, how we would love to be unshackled like him but sadly it would not gonna happen. Do you know why? Let me explain.
We stayed at Le Boulvardier and this was their reception / bar area.
We didn’t see the staffs when we arrived because the bar was closed then.
During our road trip, we discovered that the majority of the hotels we stayed didn’t have a coffee maker or a hairdryer in the room. We, especially mum, loved drinking coffee and having no facility to make one in our room was a big headache. I imagined that the hotels expected us to go out and have our caffeine fix at cafes nearby. But mum didn’t like French style coffee (she preferred American style) and also she wanted to drink it and relax in the privacy of our own room. ‘I don’t want to go out for coffee first thing in the morning!’, mum would moan.
So, my solution was storing everything we imagined we would need during the holiday, such as a kettle, a hairdryer and a yoga mat(!) in the boot, and bring it (or them) to our room when necessary.
Le Boulvardier’s room was one of those minimalist kinds with very basic amenities – no coffee maker and no hairdryer.
‘Good job that we decided to bring a kettle and a hairdryer from the car then!’
If the car park was near the hotel, I wouldn’t have minded doing a few trips to transport our necessities to our room. However, the parking at Lyon was more than a few streets away from our hotel and therefore I decided to bring everything, a kettle, a hairdryer, cups, etc.
One day, we should try to be light travellers by setting a baggage allowance, like one carry-on each. I bet it won’t be easy but we probably can learn to live with a little bit of inconvenience and even enjoy it as an out of ordinary experience…
The lockdown has entered its second week and we are coping OK so far. We have established a kind of routine and started to feel less stressed about the new normal. Having said that, having too much time on our hands isn’t that great, is it?
During the time like this, I should be diving into updating my blog. However, I end up fiddling with my iPhone, checking Facebook, Instagram, BBC app, etc… instead. I must be more disciplined and productive.
So here we go. I’m gonna recount our time in Lyon!
Mmm…, I have only myself to blame but the memories of our stay in Lyon are rather hazy and patchy. For nearly two years, they have been left alone in my head and now I find them fading fast like vintage photographs!
A hotel I booked at Lyon was a rather strange one. I can’t recall how I got hold a key to our room – maybe it was through an instruction via Booking.com – we had to let ourselves in and find the room.
Our room was simple but pleasantly decorated and had a high ceiling and a tall window.
Our window was filled by the view of a local church. Would a church bell wake us up the next morning, we wondered.
After sorting out our luggage, we decided to visit another Monoprix on Rue de la République for mum’s favourite top.
‘Shall we have some lunch here?’ We saw a vegetarian cafeteria around the corner and decided to grab late lunch.
We ordered two lasagnes, one with mixed beans and another one with courgette.
After lunch, we strolled towards the Monoprix…
It was Saturday afternoon so the streets were busy with locals and tourists.
The style of the buildings reminded me the one in Paris…
The video reminds me how precious our “ordinary everyday” is. Under this COVID-19 lockdown, we can’t do anything normal, such as sauntering in town, meeting up with friends or going out for drink. Streets are deserted and filled with the fear of virus. How sad is that!
The street then was filled with pedestrians…
We looked for mum’s top at the Monoprix but it was sold out. She was disappointed but I consoled her that we would try another store if we come across it.
‘Let’s catch a metro from here!’
The ride would be only one stop to Hôtel de Ville but I wanted to reduce the burden on mum’s knee…