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Well, Day 23 was not a bad day!! The weather was pretty good, being sunny and warm, and we had some great highlights today.

First off, our heating engineer, Steve, phoned to say he’d be arriving at lunchtime. He made sure we weren’t infectious, promised to don a mask and gloves on arrival and keep his distance. I promised to do the same. Such a nice chap and absolutely knows his stuff – unlike the young man yesterday, apparently. Steve made no criticism of yesterday’s man, but within minutes he had identified exactly what the problem was and set about rectifying it – a faulty motorised valve.

Anyway, at the end of it all, I asked what I owed, but Steve said nothing to pay. Technically, the heating system is still under warranty. But, I mean, I couldn’t let him go empty-handed, could I? He said he’d be happy if I wanted to give him something for a drink. So I did that, and we were both happy. Fingers crossed that the problem is cured, but I have every confidence that it is.

Secondly, we were just generally pottering about, tackling those isolation-induced, self-imposed jobs, when the doorbell rang. It was Livia – with a bunch of tulips to show she’s thinking of us. Wow! How unexpected and what a wonderful surprise. We chatted for a bit – she, a good way down the path, and me, in the doorway. At that moment, I thanked God for kind and thoughtful people.

Those isolation-induced, self-imposed jobs include the ol’ man using his creative skills once more. This time, it’s the kitchen bin! Having bought a couple of bins, one for recycling and one for general waste, it was time to try and place them neatly into the row of existing cupboards. It has involved all sorts of sawing, screwing, gluing and wriggling the pieces together, but honestly, it’s a really good job. Not finished yet though…..

By mid-afternoon, it was time to winkle Mum from the sofa and out into the garden for a little toddle. Reluctant as always, she wrinkled her nose at the thought of going outside. But boy, once out there, she thoroughly enjoyed herself. Especially playing at being Goldilocks. ‘Let’s sit here in the sun, on the swinging chair, for a while.’ she said. But the sun’s in her eyes. ‘Let’s move to that bench there.’ Sun’s still in her eyes. I tell you what, Mum, I’ll run and get your other sunglasses, see if that makes any difference. It didn’t. ‘Let’s try that bench up on the patio.’ Nope, still no good. In the end, we moved chairs and a table onto the lawn, and she was happy. We sat, contentedly, sipping drinks, taking in the bird-song and making daisy-chains. Nice.

Then, after our evening meal it was time for the now weekly quiz, with Centre Stage friends. I thought it was a tough one this week – probably because I didn’t ‘bring a bottle to the party’ this time. Despite having to think very hard, it was fun and delightful to see everyone, even remotely, again – which made me thoughtful and conscious of counting my blessings.

The direct, face-to-face contact with people, both yesterday and today, brought our isolation into a sharp focus of thanksgiving. Grateful for our home, friends and family as I think of the 5,492 people not so lucky and now infected with the virus; and the families and friends of those who’ve died – a further 938 of them as of 8 o’clock this morning. We are now carrying totals of over 60,000 people infected and over 7,00 dead. Lordy, Lordy – it’s all getting a bit hard to compute.

Today was the day we took risks. Not that I am proud of the fact, because taking a risk in such a dangerous, virus-laden environment would be stupid. But these risks were calculated, planned and prepared for.

With the boiler down, the Worcester Boiler people sent a man in. Well, for a start, may I say that the young man who came was marvellous. Not only did he initially refuse to enter our home, but then phoned to kindly let us know that because we had so carefully put a sign on our door saying we are self-isolating, he wouldn’t be able to come in. Of course, he was thinking we might have the virus. We were thinking he might have the virus. Anyway, the confusion was dispelled, and then John fired a warning, “My wife thinks you should wear a mask and gloves when you come in. Ha! Ha! Ha!” The young man said, “Don’t worry, sir. I intend to come in wearing a mask and gloves.” No Ha! Ha! Ha! about it. In fact, we all wore masks and gloves and I washed down every single surface I thought the young man might have touched with soap and water after he left. Take that, you pesky virus!!

But, sadly, despite the fact that the young man was very nice and very conscientious, he wasn’t able to fix the boiler. He suggested that the fault was not the boiler, in fact. Might be the pump. Might be air in the system. Might be an electrical interruption….. who knows what the heck it might be? We are hoping our own heating engineer will come tomorrow and sort it out for us. I’ll keep you posted. (I’m sure you can’t wait….)

So, having ‘a man in’ was Risk Number One.

Eldest son is taking a two-week holiday from work. Obviously, he and the family can’t go away to Disney Land, Paris, as planned and paid for, because that’s not allowed. But he is actually taking a break, so he phoned to say he’d do a bit of shopping for us if we needed anything. Thinks…… hmmm….. yes, thank you, actually we do need one or two bits of fresh veg, including cauliflower, and how about you buy the kids Easter Eggs, please?? The ones I was going to give? Sorry, I can’t get them over to your house!!

Plans in place, one of the ones I love so very much arrived on our drive, mid-afternoon, with the shopping. He plopped the shopping in the porch and then stood back, at the end of the path. We stood back, just in front of the doorway. I could have wept. Here was my beautiful and dearest first-born, physically there, in front of us, and we couldn’t hug, hold tight, or express our love in any other way than through words hanging on the breeze, or through remote gestures.

And so, after all the goodbyes and ‘send our love to everyone at your house’, on to the washing of all the goods making their way into our house, and another ‘take that, you pesky virus!’

So, visit by Son Number One was Risk Number Two.

Just now, I don’t regret either of the risks but hope that neither of them literally puts them (or us) at risk of illness or death. Sadly, as of yesterday, the 55,242 people who were at risk are now infected with COVID-19, including the Prime Minister still in ICU, and 6,159 people have died from the effects of the virus.

In my view, love is everything. With grateful thanks to Son Number One and the Worcester Boiler man, I suggest that if we do anything and everything with love – and that means hand-washing, social-distancing and staying at home – then we will overcome those things that challenge us – even COVID-19.

For the squeamish among you, look away now – and move on to paragraph 2. For those not so squeamish, read on…..

A couple of weeks ago I spent the morning tidying Mum up and, in the absence of a chiropodist, one of the things I did was to sort out her feet. Along with the idea of having Mum to live with us, this was one on the list of ‘things I never want to do’. And today, it was another round of tending her feet. Though it’s a reminder of how humble and kind we need to be during these difficult times, it’s now on the list of things that ‘I wish I didn’t have to do’.

Other than the things we all wish we didn’t have to do, there are things we like doing. So, my thing today was my own pampering, thank you very much, and I feel a bit better now. John’s thing was baking. I am not ‘a pudding person’, as many of you know, so it’s always with reluctance that I cook anything sweet. John is the opposite and has railed against his misfortune of being ‘pudding-less’ for years. However, with the enforced ‘stay at home’, he can now come into his own and bake! So he is, and today he did. He’s like a pig in clover just now as he’s got a stash of paleo desserts: chocolate mousses x 4; a large blueberry muffin cake; a loaf of ‘bread’ and, awaiting the final flourish tomorrow, a rich fruit cake.

Later on, after our meal this evening, we adjourned to the lounge. “Do you want to watch TV, Mum?” “Yes, please.” What would you like to watch?” “Anything.” It was Panorama. With half an ear on the programme and a full eye on my phone and social media, Mum told me, pointedly, that the programme was very interesting. Good, I said. Two minutes later, she asked me if I was watching the programme. I said yes. Two minutes after that, she told me I certainly wasn’t watching the programme and whatever was I doing glued to my phone? Despite being a year or two from the age of 70, I felt like a guilty teenager. Yikes!!

In the end, we didn’t watch TV after all. I suggested that Mum choose some of her poems to read to us while I did the ironing. She was happy, I was happy, and John, snoozing the corner bless him, was happy. And that way, we passed a pleasant evening.

I may not have been watching but I was certainly aware of Panorama and the fears and anxieties voiced by those being interviewed. It’s not just the disabled who are fearful of how this pandemic is going to pan out. With the promise of ‘it’s going to get worse before it gets better’, and NHS staff acknowledging that they are not going to be able to cope as the numbers needing hospitalisation and intensive care beds rise, many are beginning to run on fear and adrenaline now.

Of the people who have been tested, 51,608 are infected, including the Prime Minister who is intensive care this evening; and of those hospitalised, there have been 5,373 deaths – a figure that doesn’t include those people who are dying in the community.

And, with the shock of a break-in at our own village farm shop, Oakes’, overnight, we realise that crime, although it’s less than before the ‘stay-at-home’ order, doesn’t go away even at times like this.

So where does this leave us? Well, there’s always hope isn’t there? And, of course, Mum’s poetry to enjoy when the going gets tough.

Palm Sunday. The sun was shining and the virtual service from St Peter’s in the village was on point. We didn’t have the procession or the donkey, but we did have the people. Whether you’re into the ‘God-stuff’ or not, there was no denying that Guy read beautifully from the Old Testament – a piece all about understanding how to manage when it’s hellish; Becky, John and Mary performed a great little puppet show, with wooden spoon people, depicting Jesus’ ride into Jerusalem and predicting the fickleness of the people; and Alison gave us comforting words to help us through another week in her sermon. And Mum was dressed in her finest, even putting on her lipstick this morning.

One of us used the weather wisely today, getting out there and getting on. I did a lot of faffing about. Mum did a lot of sitting about and sleeping. Although, I was able to cross one job off my list – and that was transplanting a very sad and sorry lavender bush into another pot, winkling it away from its pot-mate – a self-seeded buddleia. Keeping my fingers crossed that they’ll both survive the trauma of being parted….

So, the one who was wise and used the weather well, managed to do more ‘big stuff’ down in the shed at the bottom of the garden. It’s not over yet, but he can now see the wood for the trees. Shelving is in place. The single door is fitted. Ceiling racking available. Heavy tools in situ. And now he’s wrestling with the up-and-over door that doesn’t want to play ball at all just yet. But you know what? The ol’ man is strong. May not be as strong as he’d like, of course, but he’s able to lift and carry, shift and hold stuff, make stuff (a Granny bannister today) – and deal with things. Alleluia!! Keeping our fingers crossed that it’ll continue…….

And so, to a delicious roast chicken dinner for our evening meal, sluiced down with a very palatable red wine, and a rhubarb crumble for pudding. First pickings of the season and, oh, it was nectar!! Palm Sunday – always rhubarb crumble – wouldn’t have it any other way. But, after dinner, I did notice that the box of empty wine bottles is getting a bit full……now, who’s that who’s drinking all the wine??? Can I blame Mum?

No blame. Nowhere. No thank you. We’re in a big enough mess as it is without the blame game. But I must say that I am so disappointed that the seriousness of the country’s situation hasn’t sunk in among some people yet. There are those who seem oblivious to the effects of this darned virus and don’t think it will be anything to worry about for them. Even the PM had a cavalier attitude to it early on in March, saying the virus wouldn’t stop him shaking hands with people. He’s probably ruing that now, as he’s hospitalised after ten days of trying beat the thing at home. He, too, has become a statistic, and is one of today’s figures: 47,806 infected people. On humanitarian grounds, keeping my fingers crossed that he, along with every other infected person, doesn’t become a dead statistic, of which there were 4,934 as of yesterday.

The symbolic Candle of Hope burns in my window every Sunday evening, and it burns in my heart every day for every single person, whatever their circumstances just now. Take care everyone.

Chilly nights. We’ve had a few of those, and I don’t normally worry about them since we’re lucky enough to have a nice, toasty home. But tonight……hmmm…. it’s a chilly night and the boiler isn’t working. No worries, we have an open fire roaring in the grate in the lounge, creating warmth and a cosy glow. We have a fan heater for Mum in her room to provide a ten-minute blast of hot air before bed and a nice hot water bottle between the sheets, as well as offers of convector heaters if we need them. Not sure if there’ll be a chilly morning, but we’ll see. Thank goodness it’s forecast for a lovely day tomorrow, although maybe we’ll have to do a Joe Wickes warm-up to take the chill off!!

I did phone our heating engineer, who said he’d closed his business due to the lock-down, but obviously, for customers like ourselves he’d consider making a call-out. In the meantime, can we have a go at sorting the heating out ourselves with a bit of over-the-phone guidance? Twice the boiler self-started just for knowing the heating engineer was on the other end of the phone. But eventually, no avail, and it has sat, stubbornly, refusing to fire up since. Probably have to get the manufacturer out. Next week, maybe. I suppose that’s allowed, is it?

In the meantime, great excitement with the Virtual Grand National this afternoon. Pete and Dawn prepared a Sweepstake and included us. Much shouting at the TV and groaning when a horse fell. John had been allotted ‘Walk in the Mill’ which came in second to much whooping. Prizes will be available once we’re released from jail. Oh, no! Sorry! Sorry! I’ll try that again…. prizes will be released once we’re out of isolation. We’ll look forward to that.

Other than that, highlights of the day have been beautiful interactions with our wonderful boys; banter and uplifting words from friends in various WhatsApp groups; watching that great, classic film ‘Nine to Five’ with Mum, who thoroughly enjoyed it; John rummaging about in his ‘Man Shed’; and me, doing a bit of a paint job on a pair of brilliantly-made ‘feet’ to attach at the base of the fireplace surround in the kitchen.

Home-life is lovely, but social-life is better. Let us hope that the latter will not be too long in the waiting as we continue to do all we can to keep the numbers down of people who are poorly or dying of COVID-19. Latest count: nearly 42,000 people are infected, and 4,313 have died. Most of the nation weeps for everyone affected. Let us pray that the unenlightened will soon come to their senses and take all appropriate precautions. God bless.

I suppose every day is like no other day, but in current times we sort of expect to wake up each morning to Groundhog Day. I mean, how many times can you describe the washing, or the food and drink prep, the TV programmes you watch or the social media you’ve been engaged in? I really wasn’t expecting much of the day today, especially after the unexpected thrill of a shopping delivery slot yesterday and feeling pretty good after watching ‘One Man, Two Guvnors’ at which I belly-laughed so much yesterday evening.

Of course there were the run-of-the-mill things that kept the seams of today together, but the day was also punctuated with very ‘un-Groundhog Day’ stuff too. For a start, the doorbell pealed through the house on more than one occasion – shopping (thank you, Julie), the post (mostly junk), DPD (oooh, what’s this? wine? yes please!), prescriptions (twice – thank you, Balsall Pharmacy), Yodel (clippers for shaving the cat……..mind you, I think you’re having a laugh, you’ll get nowhere near him with those!).

Secondly, there was the realisation that the paint was dry on the baton for the new blind in the kitchen (do a little dance…..) and we can actually fit the blind. Well, John can fit it and I’ll just be the glamorous assistant, anyway. So that’s what we did. Fitted the blind. And….ooooh, it looks good!!

And thirdly, excitement down by the ‘Man-Shed’! I am washing-up, gazing out of the window, admiring our newly mown lawn when I spy John – with a ladder. This sort of event is not unusual in our household, as you know, so no need to take any particular notice. Ladder is duly leaned up onto the Man Shed wall and John climbs up. Something catches my eye – what is he doing? That ladder is leaning to the right……actually, it’s not leaning, it’s moving……. hmmm……yep, John is definitely taking a ride to the right……and, oh, look!! He’s disappeared altogether, Del Boy-style, into the bushes.

Well, of course, I go into 999 mode and sprint down the garden to see if he’s alright. Of course he is. Still in Del Boy mode, he’s up and shaken himself off, as if nothing has happened. Yes, dear, thank you for your concern but really, nothing to see here! And onto the job at hand…….

But, of course, on sharing the story of the ‘ride to the right’ with the family, we were reminded that accidents at home on the DIY jobs we do now, will put extra pressure on the NHS, if hospital treatment is needed. It’s a sobering thought. Especially as they are dealing with ever more cases of the virus daily. As of yesterday (3 April 2020), the figures were over 38,000 people infected, and 3,605 people have died.

Sending love to every single one of you. Hope you have a good weekend and stay safe.

Serendipity today! Moira phoned to see if there was anything we needed. The answer is not really, we are managing just now but, if she knew of anyone among her group of volunteers who might be going to one of the big supermarkets (but not making a special journey), we could do with one or two specialist items that they don’t offer in the local shops. Moira’s suggestion that we order on-line made me hoot, as John has been unable to access any single one of the supermarkets on-line so far despite being in the shielded group.

A short while later, Julie, one of Moira’s ‘army’, phoned to say she still goes shopping in Waitrose and would pick up said specialist items if and when we needed them, and she’d also drop into Oakes’ farm shop for meat if we wanted it. Brilliant! We’re very grateful that we have another lifeline – it feels awful always relying on one person all the time. It feels awful relying on anybody to be honest – especially if they are going out of their way for us.

So, the day went on with standard things like food and drinks prep, touching up areas of painting in the ongoing refurbishment of the kitchen, faffing about with hanging pictures, rubbing down pieces of wood and so on. Mum took to the knitting really well and did several rows. John dug out the lawnmower, got it going – it must be at least five years since the motor turned over – and mowed the lawn. He also did more things in the shed at the bottom of the garden – it’ll be perfect in there soon!!

Then the ol’ man came in for a cuppa, pretty much exhausted, and went to the computer to see if there was any movement on any of the on-line shops. Oh my! His exhaustion forgotten, he came running into the kitchen to tell me that there were delivery slots!! And not only that, there seems to be a promise of regular delivery slots!! Honestly, you’d think we’d won the lottery!! Excitedly, we looked for the items we can’t get locally and managed to order a few. Not only that, the order will arrive on Sunday!! We had been expecting to get a slot towards the end of April. We were like kids in a sweet shop!! Serendipity indeed! What a happy-chance that we had two offers of help today!! It feels so much better to be able to spread the shopping load. But honestly, who’da thought it? That the highlight of the day, nay the week, would be a shopping delivery slot?? And we’re only a couple of weeks in…..

But, boy, we’re so thankful for all the help we’re getting; it seems that the good people outweigh the bad in times of trouble, with outpourings of support in so many different ways. What else can we do but applaud those professionals caring for the 33,718 people infected with the virus, and supporting the 2,921 families of those who have died? As well as those who are caring for the vulnerable (us) and all those in the retail and distribution industries. Well, I suppose we can urge the government to jolly well hurry up with all the right protective gear, proper resources and a decent wage for them? Now then, where’s that petition……..?

Alcohol may not be the answer (it’s so ageing isn’t it?), but to be honest, with the company of friends and its imbibement this evening we had such fun! After a rocky start trying to get connected, we joined in a quiz evening on video-link with our lovely Centre Stage friends, Malcolm & Caroline, Nigel & Hazel, and Linda & Brendan. And, as part of the pleasure, we enjoyed a glass of wine along the way. In the mid-way snack/drink/loo break, John wanted to know when the curry was going to be served, but there was no-one in our household who was going to oblige!! But, oh, it was so lovely to see such familiar faces and to listen to long-forgotten banter and raise our glasses to each other. We have so missed seeing our friends. At one point, even Mum hove into view on the screen and waved to everyone – unfortunately, she didn’t have any of the quiz answers. No matter, we managed a respectable score anyway and look forward to next week, with wine glasses in hand. Hmmmm……. I wonder who’s going to cook the curry?

In the meantime, I am on the hunt for ways to entertain Mum. John is pretty much self-sufficient just now, rummaging about in the ‘den’ at the bottom of the garden doing the ‘big stuff’, or in the garage next to the house tinkering with the car, or in the house, helping me finalise the kitchen we have re-furbed. The trouble is, Mum doesn’t really have the inclination to do anything!!! She had been telling us for a while that she has just been sitting watching the grass grow, or counting the bricks on the wall opposite, outside her flat. We weren’t sure we believed her then, but in reality, it’s probably true. So, ah-ha! Knitting is on the horizon. Let’s see how that goes. Oh, dear, it feels like a Jasper Carrot sketch where he’s watching wood warp. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that…….. although, come to think of it, we have plenty of wood in the ‘den’ at the bottom of the garden for warp-watching!!

Other than that, it’s been a pretty decent day, one way or another. Still in e-contact with friends (Happy Birthday, Carol!!) and family and a video-link to middle son and grandson, which made my day. Eldest son checked on our shopping situation. No-one has snapped anyone’s head off today, although tongues have been bitten. The Vicar phoned to check we were OK, and my prayer group rallied round in support when I said I was having a ‘wobble’. The open fire was lit, warming the sitting room, food was prepped and eaten, and cups of tea made and drunk.

And on the ‘outside’, there are nearly 30,000 people infected with the virus, and specifically, 2,352 people have tragically died. For a few hours, while we enjoyed our wine and our quiz evening, we forgot the ‘outside’ world. I am brought to an abrupt halt now as I think of all those in need in whatever way that may be. God bless them all.

My alarm clock rang, and I snoozed it. Twice. Then, a voice in my ear said, “Your Mum’s here,” so I lifted my head, bleary-eyed, and looked towards the door. Yep. Sure enough, there she was. “I’m not very well,” she said. “Oh, dear! What’s wrong?” said I, raising myself up on one elbow. “I’m not very well.” she stated more firmly. Clearly, that was as much as I was going to get.

It turned out that she was having one of her ‘turns’ where she feels a bit dizzy and that affects her innards, one way or another. And dang! I had totally forgotten to bring her emergency tablets from her flat for such an event. As it was so early in the morning and I could go in the back way, I risked an outing and sped along in the car to collect her tablets, washing every surface I could find when I got back, just in case the pesky virus had been lurking anywhere. Didn’t see a soul.

I put her back to bed, having dosed her with a tablet, and with the security of a bowl ‘just in case’, and she slept like a log for another three hours. Hubby, his duty done on the line: ‘Your Mum’s here’, also fell back to sleep for nearly the same amount of time.

That left me to potter about, fiddling with this and that, and really not getting an awful lot done, but paying attention to those little things that normally one glosses over, like cleaning up a coffee stain on the carpet, emptying the dust out of a trinket box and re-filling it with clean clobber, and sparkling up Mum’s rings as she slept.

In no time at all, lunchtime arrived. John was up already, then Mum was up and padding into the kitchen, unsure as to whether to have breakfast cereal or a lunchtime sandwich. We opted for the sandwich and a cup of tea, which went down OK with no ill-effects.

Exhausted by my efforts with the trinket box in the morning, I felt it absolutely necessary to take a rest, drink tea, and sit and watch TV for an hour after lunch with that legal entertainer, Judge Rinder, again.

Afterwards, the weather, being pleasantly mild with very little wind, prompted a little walk round the garden. We visited John’s ‘Man Cave’ at the bottom of the garden where he was in residence, and Mum duly admired his handiwork to date. She also duly admired the very same things she had admired a day or two before, and also on previous days before that. It was touching though, as we searched for the goldfish in the pond, exclaimed over the frogspawn that was there and marvelled at the birdsong in the air.

But, as the day wore on, old worry guts emerged and took over somewhat, to the point that, I pretty much bit John’s head off when he offered to help me prepare the evening meal. Oh, dear!! Why do I do that?? No idea, but note to self: must find an hour for respite each day on my own …..

Made a lovely stir-fry for our meal, but it didn’t go down well with Mum as the vegetables had some resistance to the bite. So, John and I ate ours while I cooked Mum’s for another 20 minutes – which ruined the lovely, juicy steak in it……I could have wept. And wept some more, as the constancy of distance between us and our family is brought into focus each time we have some form of contact with them. They are all doing a sterling job of keeping in touch with photos and chatty video-links, but it’s not the same……

And it never will be the same for many families in the future, and particular families now who have lost loved ones to COVID-19 – 1,789 deaths so far, including a 13 year-old boy – or who are anxiously supporting a family member with the virus – over 25,000 infected that we know of. Dear Lord, comfort us all.

And here’s a comfort, from Charlie Mackesy’s book, The Boy, the mole, the fox and the Horse, which I recommend to you:.

We have two cats – one of whom, Shadow, is rather senile. He spends much of the day mewing at us for food. We may just have put food into his bowl, but he wanders across to the cupboard where we store the cat food, looking plaintively at us, and miaows. Constantly. John never wanted the cats originally, but the kids did, so we all bullied him into it. That was fifteen years ago. The kids have left home and we are left with the cats. Poor John.

For a while, for two years in fact, my very dear friend Anita cared for the cats when John’s immunity was very compromised, and he had respite from them. But now they’re back. Miaowing, continuously. John says: “Anyone want a cat??” Well, words to that effect anyway!!

I was wondering why the situation with the cats had raised its ugly head just now – but then I remembered. Oh, yes, of course, we are in isolation and our awareness of all things at home is heightened. Under normal circumstances, we’d be out and about pottering about, so we wouldn’t notice home stuff quite as much. Here’s the new normal, folks!!

That aside, we are coping very well with our isolation. John is continuing with jobs, and I am continuing with the general household chores, which, for those of you who know me well, will know that I adore….. harrumph!

Anyway, today’s job was finishing off the threshold strip into the store room. This involved raising the door a bit to accommodate the strip, i.e. taking the door off and planing the bottom to ease it by a few millimetres. Easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy, you might say…… until you factor in the fact that our house is very old and creaking, literally, at its hinges. There was nothing much in the door frame to screw into once the hinges had been removed, so the ol’ man’s had to use his ingenuity once again and fill in the holes and glue stuff together. He’ll be finishing that job tomorrow, then…. no rush!

Not really sure what I have done today of any note – been very busy worrying though…… mostly about John having to visit the doctor’s surgery for his three-monthly injection for prostate cancer (there was no alternative option). And then taking delivery of groceries (thank you, Malcolm), cleaning mirrors, washing, cooking, tidying, washing all incoming objects to the house, worrying, baking (made a banana cake), following social media, caring for Mum, more worrying, some meditation, more social media, a game or two of e-Scrabble, and a bit of TV.

And, two very exciting episodes, whereby 1) a parcel was delivered containing the dried fruit & nuts John had ordered weeks ago, and 2) a prescription was delivered. Yes, folks, the all-important inhaler arrived!!! Whoopee-doop!! John (and me!) may breathe again.

Highlights of the day for me have been communications from friends and family; lovely emails, comments on the blog, text messages with uplifting thoughts, and a great video from my friend, Louise. Such activity is what keeps us going, so thank you, one and all who are talking to us in one way or another.

Once more, we note the progress of the virus; a slight slackening of pace (but don’t read too much into that they say) in infection and death rates: 9,000 and 1,408 today respectively; a quarter of the hospital doctors off sick or in isolation, with 3 consultants dead; and slick preparations of conference centres to house all those who soon may need a hospital bed.

And finally, this from Ian McMillan’s Twitter page today, which I think is rather poignant. God bless.

Moon look down on me,

Protect me as I sleep,

And light a shining future,

For my grandchildren to keep.