Twelve days a year

spent watching and worrying about football?
There was a piece in yesterday's paper - from one of the regular columnists - about  how the writer spent approximately that much time each year on football. It included not just going to watch a match or two or three but watching "the footy" on television and listening to it being talked about or reading about it. 
This was written by a man who would spend less time than some others pursuing the same activity. He did mention that, in the past, he had coached a junior team. 
The Senior Cat has a cousin who would be much the same. He was once one of the "selectors" for one of the A-league teams. For him the game is important. He teases the Senior Cat about the complete lack of interest in all things "sport" in this household.
But the writer of the article also mentioned that, because there has been no football, his family had discovered the pleasure of actually doing other things. They had been to a nearby national park where they had walked and ridden their bikes and observed the wildlife. They had played some board games together.
The wife of the Senior Cat's cousin mentioned something similar. They had done more as a family with no sport and not the same capacity to socialise outside the family.
     "I really don't want it to end," she told me. 
And I have heard other people say the same sort of thing. One woman told me,
     "It's been amazing. We have actually had some meals together for the first time in I don't know when."
Another woman told me, "I've finished all the sewing that was sitting there. It was lovely to rediscover the joy of actually making something."
A friend who knits sent me two "before" and "after" pictures of her depleted "stash". The child size garments for those in need are lovely. Made from wool they are destined for children in a refugee camp - and will get there because she knows someone involved in their distribution.
I have not done as much as these people. It might be because I still had work to do - although the nature of that work changed. In other ways life is not so very different because the Senior Cat still needs to be cared for, indeed cared for even more than before. I did finish a vest for my SIL for her birthday. R... "loves" it which is a relief. It is always a risk to make something without consulting the recipient. 
I have another one, of entirely a different type, almost done. There is not much to show for all this time in social isolation.
Maybe I just need to get back to work?