I must say I am quite happy with my own company, having poor mobility I am used to being alone for much of the day, so in many ways things are not all that different. In one way. But in another way they are totally different. It is one thing choosing to stay in and 'do one's own thing' and quite another having to do so. And this is where blogging plays such an important part in my day.
Most of the folk I blog with have been 'friends' for many years, so what it amounts to is tha t I have a conversation with perhaps a dozen or more every day in addition to local friends who ring or stand outside the window at the moment and chat through the glass. And this morning even a call from Joany in Western Australia (who sounded as though she was in the next room)who tells me the virus is just as bad there and similar restrictions have been placed on their behaviour.
Everyone has the same question - will it ever end? And when it ends, will things ever be the same again? And, of course, we can none of us answer these questions. It is these uncertainties that make it hard I think.
And outside, where there was one celandine in the grass yesterday there are dozens today - their little faces (themselves miniature suns) turned towards the sun. Nothing like a good old day of sunshine to make us all - flowers and humans alike - feel better about the whole thing. So fingers crossed for a whole week of sunshine to look forward to.