....Bright and early - up with the lark (if we ever heard one around here). My printer has broken, I have bought a new one on line, it has come, I have disinfected the box, it has sat in my kitchen for three days but there I have come to a full stop.. I can't get it out of the box and carry it through to my computer room and connect it, although it looks easy to connect. My son, who is still in lockdown with his invalid wife, does not wish to come in house to do it, quite understandably. But it does mean that unless I send communications by e mail or pdf file I am out of touch. I don't like that. To add to my troubles I have run out of both first and second class stamps, I have run out of good quality writing paper and envelopes - I feel totally out of touch. Yesterday I went on line to try to buy first and second class stamps from The Post Office site. Three times I went through the process of getting to the check out to pay. Three times the screen told me I had done something wrong. I went back to the beginning and began again but I never got to the end without intense frustration and severe chastisement from the screen to tell me to go back and fill it in properly (I was only putting in my personal details!). I gave up - and in any case that still left writing paper and envelopes.
This morning I arose at half past five. The world was largely still asleep. Shower, medication, donning of rubber gloves, face mask - the full works - I drove down the mile to the Newsagents, already open for early morning paper girls and boys who deliver. Apart from the two assistants the shop was empty. Entry at the front - large bottle of hand sanitiser - large screen - paid the bill up to last Saturday, bought writing paper, envelopes, first and second class stamps, business envelopes, a Bounty Bar and a Mars bar as a treat for getting up so early - exit by the back door, drove home, washed my hands well singing Happy Birthday to me twice (as recommended - it it isn't my birthday) and by quarter past six I was drinking my coffee and eating my Weetabix. I am feeling pleased with myself and marginally smug. Oh, and by the way, don't try wearing hearing aids, specs and a mask - it really doesn't work.