By Monday we had already settled into a routine: get up, check the news, make coffee, check the news, do housework, check the news, breathe, check the news... Do you notice a pattern emerging?
We hear the noise overhead of aircraft –outgoing, and missiles – incoming. But for the most part Shlomi seems to have been off Hizbollah’'s radar and the residents of Naharia, Haifa and Zefat (Safed) are bearing the brunt of this attack.
My husband was still at home and I dealt with housework, news and email in turn.
I gave the children more worksheets to do but there was little else to keep them occupied apart from TV and videos. My daughter created clothes from her dolls out of paper and sellotape while my son played with marbles. I considered bringing out the paints but they did’'t seem interested. It is not just being stuck inside that affects us there is also the heat: it just sucks all the creativity out of you.
Our coordinator was again doing a sterling effort arranging another bus to take people South. I sent a message to the English speakers.
In desperate boredom my husband started flicking through sport’s' channels and realised we had missed the German Moto GP (Motorbike racing), our favourite sport. Luckily the race was repeated in its entirety and for an hour we gave ourselves over to nervous excitement of a much pleasanter kind.
A little frontline humour from the news:
A reporter in Zefat said a man had come up to him complaining that all the dealers and left town: "“I can'’t even find anything decent to smoke."
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