Percival and I have just been round the block after our lunch. I call him Percy when he is good and Percival when he is naughty and today, in a sharp wind, he is quite naughty and doesn't always go where I ask him to. Blown off course by the wind on a sharp corner he tends to go off at right angles. But he is better than a walking stick for all that and I did have a necessary walk.
Something went wrong with Zoom - probably my fault (in fact almost certainly my fault as are most problems on computers) and last evening I wiped the whole thing off and started again. I have a 'date' tomorrow afternoon with friend W and friends P and D in The Lakes (tea and crumpets at three since you ask) on Zoom and W is Zooming me at three thirty this afternoon to make sure I am 'contactable' before tomorrow. Oh to be in such demand in these lockdownable days!
Has it struck anybody else that if our present situation was a Science Fiction film we may possibily make fun of it saying that it was just 'too far-fetched'? And if a vaccine is never found (think of the common cold) then at what point do we start going out into society again and 'risking it'? And will I still be here when that time comes or will I be in 'semi-lockdown' for the rest of my days (after all I am 88 in six months time)? I really have got to the time when I can't be bothered to even think about it - I am still here, I have good contact by phone (3 one hour calls this week end with niece, friend and god-daughter) as well as Zoom meetings (fingers crossed), chats over the garden wall and e mails. Life isn't all bad.
My son is calling in half an hour to water my outside tubs for me (can too heavy for me to use), Zoom with friend W in four minutes, it's all go here in North Yorkshire. Have a nice evening.