Tuesday is Frieda day

A generally blissful day of living at 15 month old pace (and mostly at ground level, indoors and out). 
It's been a calm and mostly fine day, so we had two outings to the park across the road. The first gave Frieda a chance to have a much-needed morning nap. The second was a lovely, sociable hour or so in the playground.  There were a couple of other children there, similar in age to Frieda.  They didn't particularly want to get close to each other, so we weren't faced with social distancing dilemmas.  But they were each quite absorbed in watching their peers play, listening and quietly digesting it all.
And then there was the sandpit: what could be better than sitting quietly together, piling up damp sand and fallen leaves?  Both of us lost, for a while, in our own thoughts and memories and dreams.
Sheffield is expected to join "Tier 3" of the Covid restrictions imminently. I don't know what this will mean for parks and playgrounds, if anything. I see from tonight's news that Manchester is being forced into Tier 3, and that the original proposals for  funding support have suddenly been much reduced - to the fury of local MPs of all parties. It seems clear that any dissent is to be punished as harshly as possible. This is our government, in 2020, facing a pandemic and busily sabotaging any possibility of collaborative efforts to defeat the virus. So of course it will continue to thrive - the virus, that is.