Another month passes with no sign of the lockdown ending – and now the weather has broken. The last two days have been wet and chilly, and today rain is due within the hour. As a result I haven’t walked anywhere outside over the last couple of days, but have been pretty assiduous inside the house. I think that’s legal. Despite that I have completed more steps this month than I have on any month since our accident last August.

I didn’t really keep up with the note-taking; so again I am vague about what happened on which day. We “attended” the Zoom service at St Luke’s on Sunday, and now there is talk of having our own St Augustine’s event – largely because Carrie is getting very restless. The Greens are not keen on having a service because they don’t think Zoom is suitable for it. The word “integrity” was used, but I’m not sure why. As I result, I think we’re having some sort of experimental event at 6pm on Sunday.

Earth Day and St George’s Day have passed us by. Dot has been doing a lot of work in the garage, which looks much neater. She is also tackling her mother’s stuff, which is taking her a long time, as it would. We spent quite lot of Tuesday watching six episodes of a Nordic drama called Twin, which surprisingly worked although none of it could possibly have happened unless the police were determined to come to the wrong conclusions and children didn’t notice their father was suddenly a different person. Good scenery.

Quite interesting, though I guess predictable, that phone calls become longer and longer as visits cease. Spent a long time talking to Paul the other day while Dot was on FaceTime with Amy. Paul and Maryta are still going to St Benet’s Abbey, though a police car followed them in the other day. To Paul’s disappointment/relief (he wasn’t sure which), the police car then drove off without asking them what they were doing.

Had a long chat with Mark while Dot was putting some plants in the front garden (plants obtained by Des and Chris). It turns out that he has had COVID-19 and is just about getting over it. He almost certainly got it on his trip to Aberdeen and was laid out for four or five days and has been pretty exhausted since. He is just over 50. He rang 111 but didn’t go to hospital, though they said he definitely had it. Bit uneasy having it so close to us!

Today I have completed writing the minutes for the Paston Society annual meeting. Tricky, because it didn’t happen, obviously, but someone told Rob we could do it by e-mail; so we did. Would have thought we could have done the meeting by Zoom, but there you are. Bit of a challenge, but I had the chairman’s and treasurer’s report and one person’s response…

I’m about to write a shopping list for Des and have taken over our shopping bags. I have a bit of a headache. Adrian sent us a really good poem by Max Boyce about the current situation. It’s here.