Spring Has Sprung.

Nature has a wonderful way of being unaffected by this pandemic and everything is bursting into colour.

I wonder when this lockdown is over whether we will be changed as people. I feel that I may get used to being on my own and having to make my own amusement. I wonder if I will become antisocial. There is a certain serenity in knowing that I don’t have to make any effort to actually do anything other than keep breathing and avoid coughing. I am certainly sleeping much better with no diary commitments to worry about.

It is so good to have the temperature up in the teens at last. The cold weather seems to have gone on for too long and finally the house is not an ice box anymore.

It’s hard for people cooped up under lockdown not to want to get out for their daily exercise which under strict interpretation of the instructions does not allow for sitting on the park benches for a chat with their friends. The police in the Meadows have been moving people on, but as soon as they’ve gone other people arrive for a seat in the sun. It is nowhere as bad as what is happening in other places but it will be hard for everyone if the people flouting the instructions mean an even tighter lockdown.