We have been on lockdown for four days so far, and they are initially saying we should all live by these restrictions for three weeks.
I said to B – this staying-in is killing me.
He swore generally, and threw himself about in dismay, as he does – and I vacated the room so as to remain in one piece and able to carry on for another day.
No. He can’t help it, poor chap, and it was the news that there were probably no more M&S milk shakes we could access that upset him the most.
I was in the back garden today – yesterday as it is now – and swept a corner of the path near to Yorick and Godwin’s fence, and rolled a large pot into that space.
Shall I take out the tulips from it, once they’ve bloomed, and plant tomatoes in there?
I dug a hole in a corner at the opposite fence, deposited a couple of small sprouting potatoes in it – suddenly, growing food again seems important – how thin will I get before those potatoes produce?
The slugs will probably have them, but maybe not – their spot is a square of less than a yard, and there are cement paths on a couple of sides of it, and Noddingdale’s fence on the other side behind it.
We have a buttressed fence that is all our own on the fourth side.
I have a compost bin, in fact, in another corner of the garden, and the slugs congregate in there, and now that I have some frogs again – we have spawn in the pot ponds – they will keep down the snails. They seem to prefer our snails to our slugs.
Maybe I can grow a pea-runner or two in the pot beside Godwin and Yorick’s fence – I grew runner beans there once – I fully thought they would take the beans from their side – anyone would – but I later found out they hadn’t. They were too polite and wouldn’t have done unless asked.
I don’t believe that for a minute – I think they weren’t hungry enough at that time, or preferred to live out of the freezer.
My husband apologised to me later, for having lost his temper.
I let it go.
We went out for some exercise the other day, him with his walker, up the road, and down the road.
Someone had a new drive, which he admired.
It’s the little things that please when you look for them.
Prince Charles has the coronavirus, but not badly, and he is working from home in Scotland.
Camilla hasn’t got it. I presume she has put herself socially distanced in another part of the house.
Boris has it.
He is only mildly affected and is working from home – number 10.
Carrie Symonds is away somewhere – maybe at Chequers. She is pregnant and self-isolating. However, the dog is keeping her company.