Very little to write about this week. Where I live, in West Wiltshire, there is a vague sense that something is about to change, possibly because of the government’s new slogan (Stay Alert!) and ahead of Boris Johnson’s broadcast to the nation tonight. We’ve noticed more cars on the road and there seem to be more people on the streets, possibly walking in friendship groups rather than household groups but it is hard to tell.
My week has been centred around a few walks in the nearby countryside, going out to the shops a couple of times to stock up on food for the week, cooking said food and, for the rest of the time, staying at home.
On VE Day, a public holiday, Andrew and I sat in front of our house for half an hour with our next door neighbours – maintaining the correct distance. There were no congas or hokey cokeys and no riotous behaviour. There was some orderly socialising from afar, cups of tea or something stronger raised in salutation, a bit of over-the-wall chatting. By 6pm, the street was very quiet again.
The most exciting thing that’s happened this week are signs of new life in some bases of lettuce and celery that I’ve put into dishes of water. I’ve now transplanted a lettuce into soil outside so I’m keeping an eye on what happens next.
I hope you’re all keeping well and safe, wherever you are.