These are strange times aren't they? My Book Group book for this month is a book about The Black Death (black pustules and all!) - not a book I particularly wish to read at the moment so am putting it to one side for a couple of weeks - see how things go.
My hair appointment has been put off until Saturday as it is 'perm week' so a free day. This is never a good idea because I get up for my breakfast in my dressing gown and it then becomes difficult to get dressed. It is now twenty past ten and I am still in my dressing gown and am finding various things to do to hinder my actually getting dressed. A friend is coming this afternoon to retune my television for me (BBC retunes today) so I really shall have to get under the shower before long. If I were younger and working from home I would be one of those slovenly ones who work all day in PJs - and it does not make one feel good - it just makes me feel slovenly.
A friend e mailed me this morning. She went to the Dentist yesterday and waiting to see her dentist seven people came into the waiting room as she sat there. Not one of them used the Hand Sanitiser prominently displayed. What will it take up here in The Dales before anyone takes things seriously enough to at least take the sensible precautions the Government advises?
There was a light covering of snow when I drew back the curtains this morning and there was a sharp wind blowing. The combination was enough to persuade me not to go in to town today. I shall stay in - the sun shines directly into my sitting room and that makes it feel like Spring. And sitting here at the computer, browsing, I have found a delightful jumper on the Seasalt site and have ordered it - so that is something to look forward to. Something to look forward to is always good for my state of mind.