It’s getting harder and harder to separate one day from another. Lockdown is still in operation, and Boris has just left hospital for Chequers – his second home. Dot and I are still feeling Ok and have just had a long FaceTime chat with David and Chrissy. It remains very warm here, though there is a thunderstorm warning for late afternoon or evening. There is a good chance it may never happen, but as a precaution Dot and I went for a walk to the Rosary immediately after lunch. Came back quite tired.

I finally got the shredder to work and have shredded quite a lot of paper; so that’s quite satisfying. The slide viewer arrived and was smaller than I thought it would be, but it works perfectly well. Dot has finished front and back garden, and they look really good. We are still visited frequently by our male and female blackbirds, Jet and Speckles (Don’t ask). I have also completed a photobook of our Holy Land trip, but I only ordered one as it would be pretty meaningless to anyone else. Also it cost about £25, once you included postage.

On Maundy Thursday there was a Zoom service led by the Bishop, for people who are ministers of one kind or another to renew their promises. As the lowest kind of minister (an authorised worship assistant) I was invited, and it was quite moving. Dot came in towards the end (she had been speaking to Bridget), but fortunately I was muted. There was another service on Good Friday led by Sam and Martin: we missed it as it happened, but picked it up later on.

There was another Zoom service this morning – Easter Sunday – from St Luke’s, with about 50 people attending. Pretty good. The Maundy Thursday one had about 360, but that was diocese-wide. On Maundy Thursday we also took part in the 8pm street applause for NHS workers. It was Mary’s birthday; so we clapped her too.

We had a four-way FaceTime with David, Oliver and Amy one day, and that worked quite well. Everyone seems to be surviving with no trouble, though I guess Oliver would like to be driving around. So would I, come to that.

I have finished reading the book Dot read that referred to our pilgrimage. It’s called Jesus, and is written by a Jesuit. It brought back a lot of memories of the different sites, and though I didn’t go to the Jerusalem sites, I read about them at Easter; so it was quite special. I am now reading a book about diving for treasure in eastern Canada. There’s a Paston connection, but I haven’t got to it yet.

Yesterday while we were sitting in the garden I wrote a couple of poems. I was particularly pleased with one of them, which I called Easter Saturday and which alluded to the current situation in an oblique way. I decided to put it on Facebook, and it got some nice comments. I had already put up Gethsemane the day before, and this morning I made it three in a row by posting Easter Sky, another older one. I may be overdoing it.