Today is Day 80 of my house arrest. And nothing much has changed since my last report on day 60. It’s all still rather tedious, although most things seem to be trotting along and not as fraught as even three weeks ago.
The great British public are being ever more stupid. Talking to a friend in south London (New Cross) the other day, he says taht everyone there things it’s all over and life will resume next week. And the idiots think that because the roads are empty the speed limits don’t apply; so the police are seeing a significant number of stops for traffic offences (mostly speeding). I really don’t know how we get some common sense into the heads of these people.
Anyway, I thought I’d document a few things (good and not so good) that have happened over the last three weeks or so …
Good
Not So Good
Our friend Tom is OK; he disappeared from the radar in early February. It turns out he wasn’t well then (not Covid-related) and needed some time out; he’s now OK and sitting about home getting terminally bored.
The quiet is wonderful (although there is still too much background noise, especially now the weather has improved).
Our new apple trees look to be thriving; we might even get a handful of apples this year.
Tomatoes and marrows planted out in the gro-beds on our patio.
We have even more roses in bloom, including right to top of silver birch: see my post here and also below.
