Day 67 That was the week that was . I wonder what the panel of this show would make of the last week. Then there is Private Eye and Have I got news to you. The satirists would have had a field day over the last few days.
It was gone 7am when I pulled myself out of bed. As each day passes by it feels increasingly hard to force myself out of bed. I might only be 10 mins later getting up or even half an hour but waking does feel different the later I set out. As I looked out of the window a dog walker stopped outside our house . He reminded me of a scene in France when the frenchman gets out of his car and wees up against the nearest tree. It was not the man offending me but his dog . A dog who had cocked his leg up and was peeing up a bush. A few minutes later a lady passed by. Her dog stopped and sniffed the bush. Because I was later more people were out walking.
I was heading for posh Middle Road . I have not been this way
for a few weeks . I wondered how different it would look like.
The fishermen where on the Lido. Across the pond I heard a happy voice echoing "I have caught one !!!"
The canopy of the trees had thickened. I no longer could see the sun shining through . The flowers of the canopy floor had gone over. Small and large daisies grew everywhere . Remember when you were younger . Did you , like me sit in a field and pick those daisies to make a chain which I hung round my neck until the flowers died? . I am sure that we all did it as children .
The yellow of the Celandine had finished and were replaced by bright butter coloured Buttercups . We picked them and placed them under our chins . The yellow of the flower reflected back under our young chins . If they reflected yellow we liked butter. Who did not like butter in the 50's and 60's spread thickly on thick brown Hovis bread.
The gardens I passed had suddenly filled with the open flowers of the mauve Rhodedendrums. Seen as a weed by many it had
become the mainstay of Victorian gardens and loved by Victorian gardeners .
Day 67 I thought of a sandwich with its fillings as I walked up the hill. I was always taught put the bad news in the middle sandwiched between good news. Our good news was leaked today . Markets can open from the 1st June . Car showrooms can open too. I cant imagine how social distancing will work in either venues . Who wants to buy a new car I wondered ? With furlough and redundancies how on earth will anyone except the rich find the money to buy a new car? I suppose each step I took the angrier and frustrated I felt . Other retail shops will be opening by the middle of June . But what of dentists more essential than car showrooms? What about hairdressers ? I am sure more people want their hair cutting rather than go to look at a car .
The middle of my sandwich was not David Coulthard the racing driver but Dominic Cummings. Yet another press conference yesterday yielded no answers that made sense . 71% of those who listened to it did not believe
a word that was said . In my head I re-run every word that was spoken and with each step I found myself thinking how ridiculous it all sounded . The man who had engineered Brexit and is behind Covid 19 guidelines has caused one massive rift that Private Eye relishes . Was he a rule breaker or did he do the right thing?
I carried on walking and found a small path I had never walked before. A massive fence separated me from the woods . Large signs warning of private property. I had little choice but to walk back. Past the pub that had started selling freshly baked bread and croissants .
All this walking . The story goes that if you walk briskly for 40 minutes over a week you should at best lose 1 lb a week . At worse maintain your weight . So after 9 weeks I should be half a stone lighter . Was I? No not one ounce lost even with all that walking .
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