Friday 1st May 2020

May Day. Public holiday (not UK).

And so much for my thoughts of a quiet day at work, with all my colleagues expected to be off, but public holiday only applies to blue collar workers, and we are all white collar, even if I haven't worn an actual shirt for years, apart from funerals and weddings.

We are up and about bright and early as Jools had her yoga class, and I had to get my phys in, have a shower and be ready for work at half seven.

So, Jools gets up and makes the first brew, feeds the cats and is all ready for her class at twenty past six, and me on the cross trainer, not highly motivated at twenty five past.

But I do complete the session, and fell much better for it. I have a shower and get dressed. Put the garden waste out for collection, put the seedlings out, top up the bird feeders before setting up the office and being first in the meeting again, impressive as its an hour earlier for me than for all my Danish colleagues.

We are all still well, and looking forward to the weekend, we drink our coffees and are happy.

Jools goes to Tesco very early, just after her class ends, but is gone for nearly three hours, although she did go to the pet food store too. Anyway, we have all the food we need now, and Jools also got supplies for Walter over the road.

So, all good.

At eleven we get a call from Jen saying that she had received her COVID test result and it had came back negative, which, needless to say was wonderful news. Which means we were also not locked down now.

We celebrate with am rolls and huge brews.

So much winning.

In the meantime, I had three and a half hours of meetings. That done, I go to look out the back door, and am amazed at the dramatic cloudscape out over the Channel. The forecast is for rain and possible storms. As if it prove the point, a sharp downpour leaves the washing hanging out wetter than when it was when put on the line.

After the third such downpour, Jools admits defeat and brings it all in and fires up the tumble dryer.

All through the afternoon I watch the storm radar to see if any of the storms over France or in North Kent would drift down our way. They don't. A few cracks of thunder over Canterbury, but that's it.

We have the last aubergine in the fridge for dinner. Just enough to fill us up, and another meal using up leftovers.

That left us with the desolation that is Friday night, no pub to visit, no restaurant to book up a table in. Just a game of uckers and Gardener's World, which is now an hour long.

Monty spoils us.