As my regular readers will remember, Sundays always used to follow the same format - shower, get dressed up in my Sunday Best (usually featuring one of my leather jackets which sadly have not been out of my wardrobe for months)- collect my dear old friend (99) and tootle off with friends W and C for lunch at The Golf Club. Alas, not since the end of March when all such jollifications ended. Now I have to think of my own Sunday lunch. I woke at half past six as I usually do, put my hand out of bed to pick up the bedside clock so that I could see the time, and promptly dropped it on the carpet. I picked it up and put it back on the bedside table, turned over and thought I would have another half hour. Next time I looked it was still half past six - something had happened to the clock when I dropped it. It was actually nine o'clock and when I drew back the curtains my neighbour was already working in her garden.
Shower, dress and a walk round with Percy brought me through to lunch time and shortly after lunch friend H invited me for a cup of tea - socially distanced of course. Another day pleasantly passed and the pleasure of watching Country File and then Antiques Road Show this evening.
Things seem to be getting worse with Covid again which is a worrying trend for everyone. I personally have got quite used to the semi isolation of Lockdown and I don't find it irksome. In fact I think that fitting back into society as it was before might be quite difficult - that kind of life all seems so long ago. I am going out tomorrow morning to our first Book Group Meeting, masked and sanitised of course. We are meeting at our local Arts Venue and rather than discuss the last recommended book we read (which is so long ago that I think we have all forgotten too much about it to really discuss it) we intend to discuss further plans and then have been asked to take any books which we have enjoyed over the period of Lockdown. I intend to take On the Red Hill and I am an Island. Hopefully we will all give one another ideas for more reading matter and our next book will be recommended. Is it a sign that life is beginning to return to normal - I hope so, although I have my doubts. My Grandson had intended to marry in October but has put his wedding on hold for a year because of the outbreak - several guests would have been coming from abroad and both grand mothers are over 80 so in the danger zone for even a small wedding (and even those are banned again at the moment). Strange times indeed,