A lot of noise today about how much busier the UK is this week, but I haven’t noticed it here in Waterbeach.
I counted all of half a dozen people on my 59:30 minute walk, and none of them were queueing for Beach kebabs.
I guess the return of our kebab van after a month way will make a bump in the Government transport stats tomorrow.
My last pint at The Sun was three months ago (Boltmaker, 3.5+).
It’ll be my first call when it’s safe to use pubs again. After ordering the crispy beef from Chung Hwa, of course.
The Lockdown is cruelly keeping us from the people and things we love; I really felt for Duncan after reading about his beautiful post about his Dad last night.
I walked past my own parents’ house at 19:59 and felt relieved to see setting up their brass instruments to pay tribute to our carers, as they’ve been doing the last month.
I haven’t been in THEIR house for six weeks, but at least I can stand at their gate and make sure they’re OK.
Judging by this socially distanced clip from tonight, they’re fine.
Count your blessings, folks. And stay safe.