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Published: April 5th 2020
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Dawn broke and I woke. I lay in bed for a while . It is Sunday after all. Nothing much to get up for . How many days have we been socially distancing for ? I count 5 days on the fingers of my left hand . I move to the right hand and count another 5. Back to the left hand, one , two three , four and five more . Over to the right hand for the second time round . That is 16 days . I feel I must have miscounted . I am slowly losing track of the days . No swimming today . Just got to get up and make breakfast before going for the morning walk . It is a lovely day and it is Palm Sunday. I set out for my walk enjoying the early morning sunshine . It is the start of the Easter holidays and we are all confined to barracks . The latest news tells me I may not be able to continue with my walks. I may have to walk around the house in an ever decreasing circle due to the idiots who go out for walks and then sit
on the grass and sunbathe . What part of exercise is that ? We are likely to be penalised because of the actions of a few. The good news Spain, Italy and France are starting to report lower death rates which is good news .
My walk takes me down a country lane I have never walked before . Sometimes I do stand for a moment and look over the fences . I pass no-one . All I can hear are the birds in the trees . My mind does have time to race off to places it has not been to for some while . I flit between wondering when we will be out in Gabby again to going to church as a child for Palm Sunday Services . I used to be sent off in the morning with my 6d collection money and came home with my Palm Cross . Sunday school - another 6d and another Palm Cross plus a stamp for my Sunday school book . Jesus on a donkey entering Jerusalem . Another 6d and another service at night . The churches are empty, the bells do not ring . It is an odd feeling this lockdown . Perhaps because our lives are less busy we get back to thinking about the past .
My virtual holiday continues as we move through the Netherlands . Today we may still have been in Amsterdam or perhaps walking along one of the many dykes and looking at one of the many windmills . What a lovely day it would have been . Instead I came home from my walk and sat listening to the new Labour Leader talking to us on a politics programme this morning . So what will he be like ? Keir Rodney Starmer was born in the great metropolis that is London. Born in 1962 without a silver spoon in his mouth , the son of a nurse and a toolmaker . His parents were Labour Party supporters and he was named after Keir Hardie. A change at the top of the Labour Party - time will tell what difference he will make.
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