Wednesday 15 April:

Bloke’s Prayer at 7am via zoom (and joined by Jonny T for the first time in three years!). Felt slightly frustrated when someone asked what we were all doing to help (in the wake of the pandemic)… frankly, I’m just happy to do my bit by staying in self-isolation.

As usual, Moira and I enjoyed mid-morning coffee together (indoors, despite the sunny morning).

Spent much of the morning and afternoon reading (Bryson and our rather strange bookgroup book “Paul Takes the Form of a Mortal Girl”… which I’m currently struggling with).

Hannah had mentioned that I might take the opportunity to write down some ‘family history’ (as she claimed to know very little)… so I tried to make a start (of sorts). It will be very brief – essentially concentrating on Ron and Mary – but even that is stretching my memory. But it’s strange how, when you start writing things down, you start recalling lots of random events that you’d almost forgotten about. I think I’ll need Alan’s help too (he’s much better at remembering family stuff).

Moira and I went a brief harbourside walk in the early evening. Passed a group of perhaps ten teenagers/20-somethings lolling on the pavement on Greville Street, completely ignoring the stay-at-home/self-distancing rules. So annoying.

Saw my friend Shaun on Gaol Ferry Steps (former rough sleeper). He’d got a job at Wild Beer washing up… but, sadly, that has finished due to the bar closures etc and he’s now back to rough sleeping (in the car park adjacent Cargo). The Council have actually housed all rough sleepers, but Shaun reckoned he found the behaviour of his fellow rough sleepers (in the Travelodge) intolerable.

Image: cranes, masts, spires+lamposts, harbourside from one of my dawn walks.