Last hoorah

After a morning of hiding under the duvet, I dragged myself out for a walk into town. The colours were wonderful and the weather cheered substantiality from this morning's gloom. 

I met Lucy and Roddy for the most wonderful lunch where we wrapped up and pretended to be in France. Rumours were already spreading about a National lockdown but by this point we had no idea that BoJo was due to make a statement. It felt like a last hoorah and, despite everything, was magnificent.

Watching tonight's speech with trepidation. Buckle up.