As the church bell tolled midday, that was it - lockdown!
That was the moment that I started to yearn to pop out for new socks and to walk down to the lake to see if there were any herons about - no chance!
A friend has pointed out that it is either the opportunity for really getting to grips with things I've wanted to do for ages, or for monumental procrastination. As I've actually got a report to do for work and a couple of tenders to respond to, I'm hoping that procrastination doesn't grab me. But then again I have decided to revive this blog, which is in itself a form of procrastination I guess.
The cats know something is up. One is whiney. One has just trashed all the settings on John's computer. One has decided that she might be constipated, or she might have a bladder infection, or she might just freak us out.
The chickens are not so fussed, but are intrigued by the fact that John has been working in our garden (fighting against procrastination) and has a fire going in an oil barrel. Hopefully they won't try to barbeque themselves.
Rumour has it that there are two cases in the village, one of whom is in hospital - we are thinking of them.
Tomorrow I need to go out armed with an attestation - the cats in the country will need food - that is what will keep me awake tonight.
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