Bit of a strange day today. It is the twelfth day of our isolation. As it would have been Liz’s Mum’s hundredth birthday (she died twenty years ago) Liz wanted to visit her grave. So we drove into Hull to the huge cemetery on Chanterlands Avenue.
After leaving some daffs we had a walk round. It is quite strange in the midst of a pandemic to find oneself doing ones ten thousand steps of exercise in a graveyard – but it was a beautiful day, there were nicely kept paths and hardly any people so we were able to keep isolated very easily.
Life is transient.
It is the third day of our son’s covid-19 illness. He seems OK. One always has to bear in mind that it is around day 10 that the complications can kick in. Hopefully they won’t. The odds are on his side.
As for us – we still have slight coughs and runny noses – not corona related I’m sure.
The lockdown intensifies because there are too many loonies who don’t seem to get it. Talking to a friend last night he was telling me that round his way the kids were hanging out in large groups and when the police tried to disperse them they were spitting at them. There are always some ignorant twerps.