No early
morning walk today (pretty cloudy and quite gloomy, but turned to sunshine
later).
Sorted
out some bookshelves in the back bedroom – with a view to handing over a pile
of books to Emmaus(?) and, of course, freeing up some shelf space!
Received
an Asda delivery first thing, which was very welcome (some of our supplies had
got pretty low).
This
WOULD have been the Arts Trail weekend. They’ve organised a ‘Virtual Arts
Trail’ in its place (but, as I don’t have anything to sell, I’m not
participating)… feels very strange not to have had our Friday evening preview
party!
I
sketched in the garden for 30 minutes or so, which was nice to do.
Ruth and
Rosa popped round to deliver the newspaper and Moira’s prescription… and it was
so lovely chatting to them on the doorstep.
I also a
phone call from Alice… and, again, it was lovely to chat to her (Dave+Dan were
watching ‘live’ Bundesliga football – taking place in empty stadiums in
Germany!).
I’m
afraid I rather frittered away much of the rest of the day… read the newspaper;
read my ‘Radio’ book; also read the ‘Prelude’ to my new cricket (the writer,
who’s 9 years younger than me, shares my despair about how the game has changed
– and particularly scathing about the new ‘Hundred’ tournament!).
Inspector
Mantalbano later (before the BBC makes it ‘unavailable’!).
Image:
self-isolating Mr and Mrs B on the doorstep.
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