FRIDAY
It’s Good Friday, so immediately it feels like holiday time as the husband doesn’t have to work. We all get up late and sit in the warm sunshine with coffee and some croissants we found in the freezer.
Official government warnings are in place for the weekend. People can’t just wander freely around in the sunshine without observing social distancing rules. Fines will be dished out and groups will be dispersed by police. The reported daily hospital deaths are now well over 900. Surely this is frightening enough for people to take notice?
Boris is out of the woods, but until he’s fully recovered, Foreign Secretary Dominic Raab will continue to run the show. Righty-ho.
We go for a long walk in the sun - the children have hardly stepped outside the house all week and really need the exercise. Satchmo clearly thinks it’s the best day ever, and brings us all the best sticks he can find along the way.
We see people we know and have a few brief conversations across the street. This cheers everyone up, knowing that people are still around and doing okay.
The 12-year-old, who isn’t an enthusiastic walker, moans non-stop for the last 40 minutes, but we still come home with some sense of achievement. And a couple of blisters.
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