Yes, as so many who write in Blogland have said - the whole situation is nothing short or sureal. It is as though we are onlookers to a strange situation going on outside our window. Unfortunately, of course, this is not the case and it is remarkable how quickly many of us have adapted to it. How I organise my time each day has changed dramatically - not necessarily for the worse - just different. And I suspect that for me (should I be one of the ones to survive the pandemic) and many more of my age the difficulty may well be slotting back in to Society again. In other words, I am beginning to rather like the seclusion, the narrowing of one's expectations each day, the reorganisation of one's priorities. Apart from organising food supplies and essentials like toilet paper, soap and such like, life has suddenly become a lot simpler. Now that (hopefully) my supply chain is more or less in place my day consists of deciding whether to do half an hour in the garden (the most I can manage at a stretch), cook a lunch, read my book, change the bedding on my bed or clean the kitchen units. No way can I do that in one day - I have to choose one - or at the most two and stick to them.
It has been a blissfully Spring-like day here - blue sky, no wind, warm - but in typical English fashion it is set to turn very cold for the week end.
So, with that in mind I decided not to transfer the pinks plants I had intended to move - give them a few more days and hopefully a rain so that the ground is a bit more condusive to welcoming them to their new site.
Instead I decided to use that time slot to ring my old school friend in the village where we were both born in Lincolnshire. We had a lovely long chat which did make me glad I hadnt gone back there to live. My memories are of a sleepy village of around three hundred folk - we all knew one another (which meant you couldn#t do anything you shouldn't because sooner or later your Mum would get to know) and life looking back seemed blissful in spite of a lot of it being in wartime. From our back garden we looked across the River Witham to a tiny, beautiful church in the village of Greetwell. Now my friend tells me that a huge by pass is being built in that area - so the view will be destroyed forever (except in my mind of course).
Well dear friends it is almost time (5pm) for the daily update on the Virus. Do I want to watch it or do I wait for the six o'clock news or even longer for tomorrow's Times? Decisions, decisions.