I once suggested to a possible date that he check out my blog as I thought that would give an account of me and my life, only he declared it boring! That could explain my lack of readers and in truth now I am not in Kg or Senegal there is less reason to write it, but we are living in historic times right now so I feel duty bound to report on the latest excitement. We are allowed to shop! Non essentials re-opened on Monday leading to fisticuffs at the entrance to Nike. M and S in Cheshunt however was hushed calm with a hint of sci fi. First the ritual hand bathing - a first for me as I have avoided gels - but the spectre of all us old folk with masks on all at a distance did feel odd. And we could not try clothes on and the sales staff actually did not even touch the clothes I had to line them up so that they could scan the bar code. I then walked home which knackered me and is evidence that my fancy that walking up to the allotment and watering things is keeping me fit is a delusion.
Our death rates are still over a 100 a day, I do not feel I can really rest easy till they are below 50 but the news that Beijing is again paralysed following an outbreak at another food market is sending alarm bells around the country. This despite them finding that the market in Wuhan was not the original source, raising more questions about the laboratory there. Trump pointed the finger, could he be right, now that is a horrid thought.
To try and keep myself calm over the weeks I have been doing some embroidery, only today I have realised I have embroidered on the wrong side of the fabric, so this evenings excitement is unpicking it. Who says I have a boring life!
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