Nightmares and daymares
A terrible night's sleep again, a chain of nightmares about getting lost in dark versions of London, that led me to start awake feeling horrible. Felt a little sluggish today as a result. An absolute scorcher of a day, however. I took a couple of walks to get up to 10k. The Golf Course now recaptured by golfers, which in a way is better as there are fewer of them, and if you stick to the paths you can still thread around the place.
Lorraine off to work again, in fresh clothes and a positive attitude.
Heard from Val today, and all mes amis in Paris have been okay. She wrote 'I must say your Prime Minister remains a mystery to me.... the way the UK has managed the crisis is clearly not at the level of this country.' (She meant France.) Her sister was running a C-19 ward in Quebec, but came through it without getting the disease. There was also a smidge of work from them too, which I did this afternoon.
I wrote to Ben with an idea for a stained glass window. Had a FaceTime chat with Mum, a call with Anton, phoning to see how Lorraine got on yesterday.
Today, in the UK we reached 50k official deaths from COVID-19. What better time to relax the lockdown could there be? There is no doubt in my mind we have a second spike coming soon. I would love to be proved wrong.
Meanwhile the USA seems to be slipping into martial law, a nightmare of Trumpian fascism. He had a gathering outside a church (many of whom were actually church folks) teargassed so he could stand before it to be photographed brandishing a bible. I remember reading that many people thought Hitler, with his ridiculous appearance and behaviour, was a bit of a joke. I look at Trump's idiotic expression and want to laugh. He is pulling his risible 'strong man' face, but this idiot is wildly dangerous. I always thought the comparisons to Hitler were wildly over-egged. Not so sure now. Cummings and the Lilliputians of Number 10 are watching avidly.
Getting to the end of Carrying the Fire, and listened today to the chapters detailing the moon landing, and what it felt like to be circling around the moon, wondering if Armstrong and Aldrin would get back to the command module. Collins dreaded having to return back to earth alone. Fascinating stuff. The sheer bravery of those men is amazing, but they were extremely well prepared. Each flick of the switch, and each possible decision had been worked through and thought about and rehearsed endlessly.
Bought bottles of Harveys Old and Harvey's bitter today, and Lorraine and I enjoyed a pint of Old and Bitter together in the sweltering garden. A smattering of rain is expected tomorrow. I hope it comes.
Below snaps from the hill fort. There are really worn paths now on the top of the wall. The combination of extra footfall and the sunniest spring ever.
Lorraine off to work again, in fresh clothes and a positive attitude.
Heard from Val today, and all mes amis in Paris have been okay. She wrote 'I must say your Prime Minister remains a mystery to me.... the way the UK has managed the crisis is clearly not at the level of this country.' (She meant France.) Her sister was running a C-19 ward in Quebec, but came through it without getting the disease. There was also a smidge of work from them too, which I did this afternoon.
I wrote to Ben with an idea for a stained glass window. Had a FaceTime chat with Mum, a call with Anton, phoning to see how Lorraine got on yesterday.
Today, in the UK we reached 50k official deaths from COVID-19. What better time to relax the lockdown could there be? There is no doubt in my mind we have a second spike coming soon. I would love to be proved wrong.
Getting to the end of Carrying the Fire, and listened today to the chapters detailing the moon landing, and what it felt like to be circling around the moon, wondering if Armstrong and Aldrin would get back to the command module. Collins dreaded having to return back to earth alone. Fascinating stuff. The sheer bravery of those men is amazing, but they were extremely well prepared. Each flick of the switch, and each possible decision had been worked through and thought about and rehearsed endlessly.
Bought bottles of Harveys Old and Harvey's bitter today, and Lorraine and I enjoyed a pint of Old and Bitter together in the sweltering garden. A smattering of rain is expected tomorrow. I hope it comes.
Below snaps from the hill fort. There are really worn paths now on the top of the wall. The combination of extra footfall and the sunniest spring ever.
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