Two absolutely lovely April days - sun, light breeze and warm enough to sit out. Then this morning- cloud, a sharp breeze from the North and get that top coat out again! Typical April weather as we British know only too well. Except, as we also know, this is by no means a 'typical April' - it is an April like no other. I find it surreal and I suppose that many people feel the same. I have a long mental list of things I could do - cleaning jobs, the teddy which needs stitching up and finishing, odd weeding jobs on bits of the garden I can reach safely, exercises which should be done every day (I have done them today and I ache as a result). But what ever is on our mental list all we really want to do is wait for it all to go away. Or wait until we can all join the queue for a jab in our arms which will/might miraculously give us some kind of protection.
A friend J, who a few days ago left me a cottage pie, has just left me a tin with four scones on the front doorstep - 2 cheese, 2 fruit. I immersed the tin in warm soapy water and left it to dry on the draining board - the still-hot scones inside. We are all trying to be super-careful.
We are all wondering about John's health and hoping it is a false alarm and that he is on the road to recovery. Presumably we should know by the end of the week.
How's this for a bit of nostalgia. 1948 while on holiday at the YMCA Holiday Camp in Skegness (I probably took the snap) and sorry it is a bit blurred. Six friends who went there for years in the Lincoln 'Trip Week' (last week in July) - my Mum and Dad are second and third from the left - father with his collar and tie on and his Daily Herald in his hand! and Mrs Applewhite (I never knew her first name) in her best hat. Those were the days!