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A few bits and pieces of my own, before working through the afternoon for the agency. Off this evening for a walk around to Anton's house. I sat in his front garden under the magnolia tree, and Anton sat on his stairs and we had a few beers. First time we had seen each other in months. We didn't get near each other, but it was much better than a beer over zoom. We were sitting outside as the applause for the NHS started and we joined in. All in all it was lovely to see him. Johnson's riskily quick easing of the lockdown continues. It is too soon. Our numbers far higher than other countries who have begun to relax the restrictions. You have to look at Johnson and ask does this man have the best interests of his country at heart? He does not. Walked home, after having a discreet wee in a drain outside Anton's house. The park much less busy.  now. Home and I ate some chicken wraps and Lorraine and I happily watched a couple of episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine before bed....

A glorious hot day for clapping

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Working hard on the episodes today on Skelton Yawngrave TV.  Felt a bit jaundiced after drinking quite a few beers the night before. Spoke to Anton, and FaceTimed with Mum and Toby. Also headed out to Hollingbury Hillfort. A glorious hot day with a heat haze over the city below. The beautiful weather continues, although Toby has had snow in Toronto recently. I took my camera as a diversion, as I continued to listen to The Lord of the Rings. Lorraine enjoying her holiday and spent quite a bit of time in the back garden doing an embroidery. After turkey meatballs and spaghetti cooked by Beth. Another nip around Blakers Park with Lorraine this evening and walked from there to the top of Osborne Road, we were walking down this when 8.00pm struck and people came to their front doors and began clapping for the NHS and key workers. We did too, walking down the road. It's a moment where everyone claps at their front doors and calls to their neighbours. When we got to our own front...