I am not quite sure how this is going to work out but, I am going to attempt to keep an occasional diary of my life during 'Lockdown III'. Lockdown life is not too terribly different from my old quiet life, but it is different. I am different. Are these changes reversible? Time will tell.
I walked Toby down the old railway line and out to the back of the village, skirting around the old gravel pit fishing lake then along the farm track to the next village. Home through the fields. It was cold but dry. Underfoot was squelchy and slippery. I had to 'jump' in several puddles to clean about half a pound of mud off each boot. The day I don't enjoy washing my wellies in this way will probably be the day I hang them up for good.
Toby was so muddy that it was a two-towel job to get him clean and dry. His reward was a handful of dog biscuits, my own, a large mug of tea and a bowl of creamy porridge, perfect for a chilly morning.
The supermarket delivery was booked for 10am and he arrived exactly on time. The virus has changed things, made this simple process so much more complicated. Masks, social distancing, disinfectant. Nothing too arduous, just time consuming and tedious.
Having trouble with the internet connection again. This kind of thing often happens here. BT are sending someone out but s/he won't be here for almost two weeks... Great service.