Foraged.

I went out to see Nikki Pilates for a studio session. I managed to think the time wrong : its clearly in my diary but my head told me something else. So I had an hour wait. That gave me a chance to notice how thorough cleaning in the studio is happening after each bit of equipment is used.

I treated myself to new pilates socks with toes added. I've been wearing the same old pair with not much toe, so every winter my feet freeze.
Local honey is a real bargain.

I've got stuck into reading Hilary M's latest book. Having adjusted to a very different writing style after completing a 2nd reading of Vasily Grossman's Stalingrad, I'm thoroughly enjoying it. You might say I'm almost self isolated, once reading.