Last night’s supper with Octavia was great. The Grey Ninja was very welcoming and affectionate, and it goes without saying that the company was excellent. Tonight I have another supper date, this one’s by zoom. B&J, H&J and I will be eating and talking, drinking as well, in just over half an hour, so I need to write and post this quickly.
MasterB is in the garden, hiding from Romeo, Hartley and Mr Manx who are circling anyone who they see in the hope there might be food. I’ll pop out with a sachet and some biscuits and try to rescue my boy.
My dead FitBit came back to life when threatened with the electrical recycling, but as we had a storm in the middle of the day – MasterB hid in the darkest place he could find while thunder rumbled overhead – and I have been working on a podcast, I haven’t done a lot of walking. However I completed the podcast and sent it to two platforms. I have another one in the pipeline which I’ll probably get done next week. Onwards and upwards.
I saw one of my newly returned neighbours who had been with her boyfriend in Cheshire. Her eyes widened when she described the lack of social distancing displayed by many shoppers on the Walworth Road. It does seem that the next wave is almost inevitable. Will all schools close again? Will the restrictions return? Johnson et al seem to want to get us all out and shopping as much as possible, so I can’t see the government being all that keen to put our safety over the economy. I may be wrong.
Tomorrow I plan to go to the London Camera Exchange so it’ll be interesting, and I hope no more than that, to see how busy the Strand is. If I feel it’s safe, I may venture up to Covent Garden.
Watch this space.
Stay safe, keep well.