Well, I am certainly not going to be bored. I have Zoom presentations coming out of my ears, with five to deliver in three days this week, as well as some to listen to. The first of my own series starts tonight and I will be encouraging people to write their life stories, a great lockdown project. You can attend just this single talk if you wish but you need to hurry up and book! Having not, from choice, done any professional family history research for a while, recently, I had two requests on the same day. Obviously, I am limited to what I can do from home but I already have one happy customer and I am waiting for a marriage certificate before I can make progress on the other.

On the presentation front, I have had to climb the learning curve that is recording audio on to a power point. I thought I had cracked it as I worked my way through a whole presentation, doing the whole replaying and re-recording bit. The latter was a frequent occurrence as it is winter croaky voice season. It was going pretty well I thought, although I don’t sound my usual relaxed self, it is more like I am still getting used to auto-cue. Even though I am not using a script, it sounds as though I am, maybe because I am trying to enunciate clearly. At least it has slowed me down a bit. The problem came when I hit save. I was drastically revamping a previous presentation and it was in an old version of power point, which, wait for it, doesn’t support sound! By then it was too late to save as the new format. In the end there was nothing for it but to start all over again. It didn’t even seem to work copying the slides into a new format document, so it was definitely back to the drawing board on all fronts.

I am enjoying compiling the family history albums for my grandchildren. Probably more fun for me than it will be for them but I can hope.

As to the whole pre-diabetic thing. I’ve now consumed my Christmas cake (ok cakes), one of my all-time favourite foods and cooked before the diagnosis. Now I guess I take it seriously. The fitness watch is still enough of a novelty to get me out of the chair. I wore it for a couple of days doing just what I would normally do to see how little I did. Bearing in mind I am not leaving home at the moment, I was expecting it to be about 200 steps a day and was surprised to find it was around 1600. Encouraged by Martha, we signed up for a challenge involving us in walking 100 miles a month. After a bit of adjustment, we worked out that 6666 steps a day would do it and I’ve managed to stick to it since January 2^nd. I am a bit annoyed that we didn’t realise how many it was in time for 1^st January but hey ho. It probably sounds pathetic to my fitness fiend friends but I am consoling myself with the fact that it is four times what I was doing. As this has to be accomplished in my tiny house it does involve quite a bit of jogging on the spot. I tend to make up the numbers in the evening during the adverts on commercial television – a bit of an incentive to watch BBC! You have no idea quite how many adverts Dancing on Ice has until you try this. The challenge does involve sponsorship and thanks to lovely friends Martha and I are nearly at our modest joint target. Of course, it would be great if we smashed it. If anyone would like to donate to the mental health charity Mind, particularly relevant at the moment, here are the links for myself and Martha.

 Any minute now the watch will buzz to remind me that I haven’t moved yet today so I’d better get going.

Pictures of jogging would not be pretty sight so here are some flowers to cheer everyone up instead.

Last year I posted a round up of the 2010s and looked forward to what the 2020s might bring. The first year of the 2020s has certainly brought us rather more than any of us might have bargained for but in the spirit of new beginnings, I thought I would assess my progress towards my ambitions.

Family. I hoped I would be able to spend more time with mine. Well, COVID certainly stood that one on the head and this does not look set to change for the next few months at least.

Home and Community. My bedroom has been decorated this year and thanks to lockdown, there has been some progress in the garden but I might have expected to achieve more in this regard. My community input has been limited to organising weekly Zoom coffee mornings and monthly online History Group meetings.

Work. This has altered to take account of 2020 circumstances. I predicted that I would be doing more online. I could not have imagined how much, or how quickly. My speaking engagements went online. I set up my own course of lectures and have a lovely, friendly group attending these, with room to add a few more if you are interested. I have also spoken to many groups across the country and indeed the world, most of these would not have taken place in person.

Travel. Clearly, 2020 has not been the year to achieve travel ambitions but we did sneak off to the wilds of Northumberland and there is always next year.

Writing. I published my second novel and one of two planned booklets. Marketing has been tricky but book sales have held up surprisingly well. I have written up some more family history stories and was thrilled to win a short story competition.

Leisure. I have had a few piano lessons, mostly virtually, I have definitely improved and can manage a few recognisable tunes, albeit a bit slowly. I also don’t look at the keys all the time anymore. Learning Cornish got no further than buying some books and I still haven’t got back to my spinning.

Family history. All-consuming rather than leisure, so it rates its own category. The highlight in this respect has to be my Certificate of Recognition from the Society of Genealogists. I have added a few new ancestors to the tree but unsurprisingly, my three major brick walls remain. I have found myself as the chair of Devon Family History Society, which is an interesting challenge. I hoped I would inspire my descendants with a sense of their past and I do have plans in that direction.

Health. Not so good here and I have added an unidentified allergy and pre-diabetes to my list of ailments. In a vain attempt to knock the ‘pre-diabetes’ on the head, last week I bought a fitness watch. It seems that that isn’t enough, you actually have to do stuff as well. The first challenge was to get it to talk to my phone. That’s ok, there are instructions. Line one, ‘wear the product on the waist’. Really? I know I need to lose a few pounds but no way can I get this round my waist. Ah. It seems I am the victim of someone writing instructions using Google translate, for ‘waist’ read ‘wrist’. After two days, I managed to get the watch and the phone to communicate. Apparently, I get credit for ticking off five healthy habits per day. One is reading! I have so got this. Others are getting up early, check. Having breakfast, check. Going to bed early, check. This is a cinch. Ah. The fifth one is movement. Well, I move, probably not enough but I’ll give it a go. I am fascinated that it will tell me how much I sleep. Ok. So, I was expecting it to reveal that I don’t sleep much but 0%, really? Mind you I was allegedly awake 0% of the night too. Perhaps I haven’t quite got this sussed yet. Added later – it turns out you have to be asleep for four hours for it to realise that this is your night time and you are not just dozing off in front of the fire and register. I almost never have four hours of unbroken sleep, so it won’t be giving me statistics any time soon.

Here’s to a positive start to 2021. Let’s take care of each other and ourselves.