Friday 20th March 2020

Spring equinox.

End of days (part 1).

See my previous post about what the Government did and did not do. Things might never be the same again.

But we shall see.

But it being a Friday, Jools had an early yoga class, though for how much longer we can only guess. This meant we were up just after five, or I would have been had I not gone back to sleep, only to be woken up by Scully coming back to bed, washing after her huge breakfast. Her jumping on my legs wakes me up, and by the time I work out what's happening, I can smell coffee brewing.

So, I get up to find my full cup waiting, Jools is off in a whirl of activity leaving me alone with the cats. Back upstairs to the cross trainer for another session. I up the resistance for the second half and don't die, so will be all at the new level from now on.

I finish, have a shower, and am sitting down ready for work at twenty five past seven, where I see I am in meetings until eleven. And not had second coffee or breakfast yet!

Eeek.

So, I manage to make a fresh pot at eight, decant a can of grapefruit, add Grape Nuts and yogurt into the bowl, and was ready for the second meeting just the ten minutes late.

Oh well.

Auditors discussing audits. Marvelous.

We talk about audits for 90 minutes, at which point my weekly meeting with my boss starts.

Jools had been shopping, but there was more to get, so I say I'd go to Preston to get some meat.

The butchers is in a small village, there#s usually no other customers when I go, but then I am usually there early. So, after driving to Sandwich then across the marshes, I find people are queuing up out of the door. Inside the three people behind the counter are working their butts off, and they were nearly sold out of everything.

I wait in line and get some steak and chicken breasts, wish them all the best, and leave them to serve a dozen more people who had arrived since I had got there.

I drive home along mostly deserted roads, back to Whitfield and then to St Maggies.

We had ham roles for lunch, while I finish off some last minute stuff for work, so by two I was done. Most of my colleagues had done too.

I packed up the computer and office, whilst Jools went swimming while the leisure centre remained open, which, as it happened was just two more hours. She had a lane to herself.

So at five the weekend arrived, schools, pub, bars, restaurants, libraries, gyms and much, much more closed, no one knowing when they would reopen, and in many cases whether they would reopen.

And that was the end of the week. I thought about going to The Berry for a last beer, but thought better of it. We stay inside and have dinner, then watch some cooking porn on the TV before the return of Monty in Gardening World.

Some normality to our lives, while the rest of the world goes to rat shit.