Day 23 MONDAY 6 APRIL 2020
Start of another week under Lockdown. I can honestly say I’m not bored and yet I still haven’t yet done much of my ever lengthening TO DO list. I’ll just have to be more self-disciplined, I suppose – or else just count myself lucky to be able to relax while one of the fortunate ones able to self-isolate with relative ease (with the help of kind neighbours and family) and keep safe.
I enjoy my daily walks with Ruth, exploring the area where I've lived for over 50 years. Had no idea of the visual treasures surrounding me, sometimes just a bush in someone's front garden.
To lighten the mood, here’s a poem by Lyndon Spencer-Smith, a member of Bushey & Watford Art Society:
I hear we have a crisis,
Or is it just a rumour.
But If it’s true, I sure can say,
It brings out British Humour
We’re locked indoors forever,
And wondering what to do,
walk the dog, and stroke the cat,
I’m going mad- boo hoo!
I cut the grass last Thursday,
And combed it well today,
And polished all the goldfish,
What more can I say?
The knicker drawer needs sorting,
Then I’ll start on socks,
I’ve finished my last novel,
Now starting Goldie Locks.
We daily watch the newscasts,
For more depressing news
And try to work out what they mean,
Politicians! And their views.
Our neighbour does our shopping,
Very generous and that’s fine,
But he needed help with yesterdays,
It’s heavy- crates of wine!
Now about this British humour,
It’s all very well and good,
But are we really seeing,
The humour that we should.
The rules of Social Distancing,
To Sound of Music teach – “stay apart”,
But I thought we only did this
When someone drops a f**t!
Now I’m waiting for my letter,
That Boris is going to send,
But I’ve been told not to open it,
Until he’s “on the mend”.
I read - a local postman,
Is going round in drag,
I mentioned it to Postie Mike,
He muttered, “don’t look in my bag.”
Exercise at home is very wise ,
I saw a YouTube Yoga whilst lying in my bed,
On how to drink your wine at home,
Do it horizontal, or standing on your head.
Now this thing Zoom is very well,
With ten of you onscreen,
But can you imagine, ten ladies chat,
All at once it seems !
What would we do without FaceTime,
Email, WhatsApp and phone,
I’m on a call to Canada,
Interrupted by one from Rome.
We miss our children visiting,
And grandchildren too,
We’re out of practice baby-sitting,
And taking to the zoo.
But soon it will be over,
We think and hope for all,
Summer is a’ coming
And then we’ll have a ball!
We heard last night that Boris had gone to hospital as his symptoms had not abated but supposedly he was still in touch with his team and able to carry on working. And now, the breaking news is that he’s been taken to intensive care. This illness can progress suddenly and rapidly.
Boris is only in his 50s and other than being somewhat overweight, has no underlying health issues that we know of. Scary indeed.
After hearing this, I phoned my brother-law, Solly to check how he was. Solly has had Corona symptoms for 14 days now, a continuous temperature, weakness and loss of appetite. Talking to him most days via video, his wellbeing seemed to fluctuate. Happily, tonight he said he felt much better – a great relief.
The bad news - today’s figures: total deaths 5,373 – 439 in the last 24 hours. These are deaths recorded in hospital, no doubt there are many more in the community. Looking for signs of hope though: the day’s death figure is again, down on yesterday’s.