Dawn at a distance
Raging is doing me no good. The lockdown is too soon. Cases and the so called R number are beginning to climb again in Brighton and Sussex. Painful gains are being thrown away. Not sacking Cummings loses any shred of moral authority the Government may have had. Instructing the people to do one thing, when even the people setting those rules flout them endangers the population. I fear for my countrymen, not to mention the people I love and care about. My own wife, for example compelled prematurely to welcome back children. Turns out that the little girl Beth looks after just went down with C-19 symptoms. Luckily Beth had not seen her for two weeks beforehand. We dodged a bullet. As for Trump and the US.... And breathe.... At least I can breathe unlike poor George Floyd who was murdered in cold blood by a policeman still kneeling on his neck minutes after he had died. At least Johnson, and the cohort of amoral Lilliputians he surrounds himself with, still have some way to go before they reach the nadir of incompetence that is Trump.
And relax...
Lorraine and I went to Steyning today, and sat in the field behind Dawn's house and had a socially distanced cup of tea and sandwiches, bought wrapped in lovely boxes from a village shop. It was very good to see her, although weird having to keep far apart. As with seeing Anton the other day, not being able to give your mates a hug when you haven't seen them in months is weird. Lots to chat about. We also crossed the field and went to Dawn's allotment. Rather nice it was, on the side of the hill, with its rows of fruit and vegetables and little sheds and so on. Very picturesque. And I began to wonder what a horny handed vegetable growing Peter Kenny might be like.
Home again, having bought a few plants from an open air shop in the village, and soaked up more sun in the garden. It has been the sunniest spring on record. We are heading for drought of course, but for those lucky enough to have outside space, it has been a Godsend.
A socially distanced Dawn, in the shadow of trees in the field behind her house, our view, and Dawn in the allotment.
And relax...
Lorraine and I went to Steyning today, and sat in the field behind Dawn's house and had a socially distanced cup of tea and sandwiches, bought wrapped in lovely boxes from a village shop. It was very good to see her, although weird having to keep far apart. As with seeing Anton the other day, not being able to give your mates a hug when you haven't seen them in months is weird. Lots to chat about. We also crossed the field and went to Dawn's allotment. Rather nice it was, on the side of the hill, with its rows of fruit and vegetables and little sheds and so on. Very picturesque. And I began to wonder what a horny handed vegetable growing Peter Kenny might be like.
Home again, having bought a few plants from an open air shop in the village, and soaked up more sun in the garden. It has been the sunniest spring on record. We are heading for drought of course, but for those lucky enough to have outside space, it has been a Godsend.
A socially distanced Dawn, in the shadow of trees in the field behind her house, our view, and Dawn in the allotment.
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