It was a strange day today. We had a delivery of food yesterday so there was fresh bread. Isn’t that strange to get excited because there is fresh bread? It’s just that I like it when it is fresh and crusty. It feels like a treat.
When you can’t just nip to the shop when you want little things make a difference.
This morning I sorted my blog, played a lot of Roy Harper and then spent the rest of the day painting the spare bedroom. I did the ceiling and two coats on the walls which completely knackered me. But it’s looking good.
It was a sunny day. So when I had finished we went for a walk down the lane. Two huge buzzards were circling overhead, checking out the fields for carcasses. The hedges were full of small birds and May blossom is out. Spring is going on as normal. It is us that isn’t normal.
When I got back I was totally knackered.
We’re living in a strange unreality. The world has stopped. Time is different.
I’m going back to reading and editing Farm 703. I’m hoping to get it finished in the next few days.
First I’m going to cook a meal – moules mariniere with fresh bread and a nice red Malbec. It’s so tough in this temporary prison! (But I am missing people).
We’ve only got five months, one week and one day to go!
I’m beginning to hope for a vaccine or a drug that’ll work!
Stay safe everyone! Thanks for the comments, likes, book buys and reviews. They give me a boost!!
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