It's a week since my last post. I've been watching less and less news. When you don't watch the news and stay off Twitter you can actually pretend that life is going on as normal.
It was Easter last weekend. I got up on Good Friday and went for an 18 mile bike ride. Yes, it was over 1 hour long I'm afraid, but I needed it and there were a couple of days last week where I didn't leave the house at all. I bumped into my favourite couple from camera club and had a chat to them (across a very wide cycle path). I'm glad they're okay as I had been thinking about them. The weather on Friday was stunning, so I literally lay on the sun lounger in the garden and did NOTHING for the whole day. Bliss. Then watched yet another BC Camplight live session, they're unmissable.
On Saturday it was another stunning day. I pottered round the garden whilst enjoying a full virtual festival called the Isolation Festival. There was an act on every 20 minutes from 11.30am. I saw most of the acts in the day then had to stop to Zoom with Karen, Pete, Neil and Lexi. Then it was a virtual gig with Scott Doonican (but YouTube kept crashing so I had to give up), then back to the festival for Attila the Stockbroker and Billy Bragg. The festival was raising money for a food bank up north and they managed to raise £28,000. Not bad eh?
On Sunday I got up early and went for a 4 mile walk. It's so much easier to avoid people at that time. The sky was blue, the sun was shining, the birds were twittering, the blossom was blooming and the smells of nature were incredible and I listened to Joni Mitchell and everything felt wonderful and normal for a while, Then it was hot cross buns and chocolate. There was a cold wind today so I got to stay inside and do some other stuff. I FaceTimed mum and dad, then zoomed with Liz, Nat and Sarah. Then had a another massive House Party with Mel and Emma. I had planned a full roast but it was too late and I was too drunk by then. So I just had a bowl of mashed potato.
More sad news over the past week. One friend's mum died and another friend's grandad died. I also found out that one of my friends had been very poorly with Covid-19 but was now on the mend. She said it had been awful and so scary but luckily they had a pulse oximeter and so could monitor her oxygen levels and report back to her doctor. They got scarily low at one point but she didn't have to be hospitalised.
Boris Johnson has made a miraculous recovery. I now doubt whether he's been ill at all. He's now recovering in his second home. His father has buggered off to his second home too. It seems to be allowed if you're rich and privileged.
I suppose I'd better look at the news: UK death toll rises by 778 to 12,107 as government warns of 'tough times ahead'. Bugger.
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