Ah well - it is still almost three weeks to the first day of Spring (yes, I admit to being old-fashioned) so I shalln't complain but those lovely warm sunny days of last week are a distant memory and we are back to very chilly weather again and today at any rate no sign of the sun.
I shall however, after writing this, put on my coat and pom pom hat and walk round the block. The old legs need their outing every day - as do I suspect the old lungs.
When one lives alone speaking to other people during this enforced period of isolation is so important.. Face to face (socially distanced of course) is best, Zoom (still almost face to face) is maybe second, phone calls come after that and then last of all texts and e mails. Even just a few words literally face-to-face is better than nothing. The postman, a neighbour in the garden, someone walking past - I find they all lighten my day. Of course in addition I have J, my morning carer and we have an hour together early every morning. She is suitably dressed of course in gloves, apron and mask - all of which she bins as she leaves. And we chat as she is whizzing round doing all the jobs she does so efficiently. And it does set me up for a day of solitude - until my son calls for a chat during the evening. I am very lucky compared with so many folks.
It is now eleven in the morning - time for my walk. I shall sign off and if anything else happens during the day then I'll be back before I post this. So I hope I'll be back.
No sooner had I written those words when my dear friends called with a present - a plastic box of dressed crab for my sandwiches at tea time. I love crab, and on brown bread and butter at tea time it was delicious. So that was another highlight to my day.
After lunch it was really so chilly and foggy that I didn;t walk out; instead I did my exercises twice over - that means I did each one twenty times - pretty tiring as they are strenuous. After that I needed a nap before what used to be 'Escape to the Country' and is now 'Escape to the small town' - today the town being Melton Mowbray (of pork pie fame). Now at seven in the evening I am finding it difficult to stay awake!