Days repeat without any clue as to identity. Tuesday could easily be Thursday or even Saturday. The structure needs quite a bit of working on. There is an ideal, that much is clear. But apathy takes over by 9am and the day seems lost by noon.
20 minutes yesterday on duolingo means I should be able to converse in French within 30 years maybe. I won’t live long enough to know. Reading three books at any one time leads to three books never being finished. History of Turkey, walking from Paris to the Pyrenees and some thriller are the current tomes. The walking one I’ve been reading for a year or so. It’s a good read but one gets caught up in Syria, Palestine, Balkans or Hitler’s last few days in the bunker – the mind (mine anyway) can only take so much before the interest wavers yet again.
My olive tree appears to be showing a few signs of growth. I fear lack of water, over watering, too much feed, too sparse feeding. My green fingers have decimated many a plant over the years.
I keep reading about what others will do once this lockdown is over. I probably won’t do anything, though a drive to the sea seems appealing sometimes. Reckon leave it a week or two until the rush of fellow lockdownees has subsided a little. Best time to go is when the children are all in school but with all schools still shut and no sign of re-opening for at least several weeks yet who knows.
Italy, Spain, Portugal, Australia have relaxed lockdown. We watch with huge interest. Our pessimism expecting the second wave of the virus. Our optimistic other self hoping the plague has been defeated. Very early days still. New Zealand and Iceland, two countries who listened to the WHO and tested, tested, tested have reported very few cases. The UK, totally unprepared as always, is still seeing several hundred deaths daily. Over 21,000 so far. Prime Minister Johnson now recovered and back at Downing Street. A Churchillian rousing broadcast to the nation yesterday, though full of fighting adjectives, told us very little apart from the lockdown continues. Life for us here in Lincolnshire in virtually unchanged from the norm. I rarely ventured out anyway and shops (unless books or food) were ventured to very, very rarely.
A warm and sunny April has given way to typical April weather of clouds, drizzle and cool Eastern temperatures. May starts on Friday. Lets hope the new month brings more light to life.