Actually no - more like 'Crumpets at 2am'. I slept badly last night, going to bed slightly hungry I just couldn't get off to sleep. At 2am I got up to make myself a milky drink (Ovaltine) and was going to have a round of toast with it until I remembered I had crumpets. It felt very wicked sitting up in bed with my book, my Ovaltine and a buttered, toasted crumpet. But I did eventually go to sleep.
This morning I had to be up, showered and dressed for eight o'clock because my Tesco order was scheduled to be delivered between eight and nine. It came, as it usually does, at twenty to nine. By the time I had washed out the fridge and put the food away either in the fridge, the cupboard or the freezer, it was almost ten o'clock before I had my Shredded Wheat and a banana.
As so many of you have said - these are such strange times - nothing like this has happened in our lifetime. Everything has been put on hold. I am practising self isolation as much as I can - going out for a walk with Percy every day when it is not too windy - I need to get fresh air and keep my legs working - and the odd foray to the Bank and maybe even to my exercise class tomorrow. There are only half a dozen of us and it is a large room. A lot will depend on whether the room has remained open - time will tell.
The virus doesn't seem to have reached us up here yet, seemingly centred around the big cities - but there is little doubt it will arrive - insidious as it is.
Wherever you are - stay safe. John's village seem to all be pulling together - I am so pleased he was able to stay there after the sad episode in his life - and so pleased to see his gradual recovery.