29th October 2020. 228 days in lock down/isolation.

Well, here we are. The second wave and our area has now been promoted(?) to Tier 3. Oh what fun! I will not be tempted to say  “I told you so”. As luck would have it, David took the girls to Hornsea on what is one of the worst days of the year. Just in time too. But they still had fun, bless ’em. They all went to see mum on the way back home. Nice one.

Now we have to prepare for more restrictions. Panic buying, for surely it will come, and lots of baking. Long periods without seeing our loved ones. Forever watching boxed sets on TV. (We already are). I’m sure I can understand the Scandi languages. Thank goodness the bathroom is finished as is the front of the house, apart from some moderate planting of succulents and alpines.

We (that is, mostly Jenny) will still be able to go to the gym. WE wil still be able to go for walks. Wrapped up in winter woolies of course. We need to be aware of all the Covid symptoms and keep a lookout for them in our daily lives.

Our friend, Wrighty, called for a coffee this afternoon. It was good to  see him but as we are now in Tier 3, It may be some time before we can arrange a night out with him and Maggie. In the same vein, it looks like our trip to Derby next week to see Pete and Donna, will be a non starter.

Donald quiet today. Boris quiet today. Dominic quiet for ages. Something must be happening. I don’t like it.