Day 27 Sunday 19th April

Is every day the same during lock-down? I used to be able to tell what day it was by looking at the newspaper. However, I haven’t had a newspaper for a while. I found out today was Sunday because Cerys Mathews was on the radio. Sunday is the only day she appears, with a perfectly pitched selection of music for late breakfast/brunch.

The bedroom

It was decided to finish stripping all the paper off the walls of the bedroom. Fortunately, the paper below the picture rail came off much easier than the paper above it. Every thing is now ready. All we need is a ceiling, wallpaper and paint.

Hopefully, we will have a ceiling by the end of the week. We may be able to get wallpaper and paint online. However, I think we may have to wait until the lockdown is at least eased. The room looks a bit tidier at least.

“Way Up”

I have probably mentioned a group called “Way Up” before. It is a self-help group for people who have lost their partners. I was through “Way Up” that Diane and I met. (I should stress that it is not a dating organization. Quite a few people do meet new partners through it, though). Normally we get together for a drink, and something to eat, once a month, at a bar in Wimbledon. Obviously we can’t do this at the moment, so we had an on line meet-up to night. I was fun and good to catch up with everyone.

A bit of light relief.

Diane has also found two fox cubs down the bottom of the garden. I personally am ambivalent about urban foxes, but the cubs do look cute.

Mini rant (haven’t had one for a while)

It is beginning to look as if our government and our faux Churchillian leader were clueless about the Covid-19 pandemic. Alternatively, they might not have cared. It would appear that at every opportunity to do something that might have helped, they decided to pass. They failed to act when joining a European wide scheme to procure medical equipment. They also ignored Italy’s advice not to make the same mistakes that they made. Mr Johnson managed to miss five crucial planning meetings, while holed up at his country residence. (If one rumour is to be believed, finishing a book, that he had accepted a rather large advance for).