Lockdown Week 5 (Tues)

TUESDAY

I hear the dawn chorus this morning, loud and clear from 5.30am. I think the birds are having an awesome time of it with less traffic around to spoil their fun. Definitely worth losing a couple of hours sleep for.

I can see Bertie-Wooster’s shadow through the bedroom curtain, looking longingly out of the window at a big cluster of birds in the huge lime tree; he knows there’s no way he can reach them, so he’s saving himself the effort by staying inside.

Today feels like a positive day, as 99-year-old super-fundraiser Captain Tom Moore opens one of the new NHS Nightingale Hospitals. As an email pings in from a friend in Toronto who’s seen the story, I wonder whether I’ll now think twice before complaining that I feel a bit creaky getting out of bed?

The husband and I both head to the supermarket this evening, as we have a few things to get for neighbours who can’t go out yet, as well as our own weekly supplies. We go in separately and come out separately, waving across the empty pasta aisle. There’s no flour for the third week in a row – the children will be disappointed, as we’d hoped to do some baking this week.

When I load the shopping into the car, I find six bottles of wine that I left in the boot last week by mistake. I feel a little too elated, like I’ve won a prize. My world really has shrunk.