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Published: June 11th 2020
Who would have thought it? I woke up expecting to walk on Day 78 but things did not go quite as expected. As always, because I don't sleep that well I woke at 6.15. Glenn quietly said "It's raining " "It's been raining all night " . Half expecting it to be fine enough to walk I got out of bed , walked over to the window peered out through half closed eyes and it was indeed wet on the patio. It was still raining . I was going nowhere yet. No point getting up. Sunday feels a non day . When working Sunday is the day where you rush round to clear everything up, get ready for work next day. For some while for me Sundays have not been the day before work. We lay there talking about the riots in London. Police being hurt . Demonstrators not respecting social distancing . Cones and anything moveable being thrown. What is the world coming to? We don't need any of this on top of Covid 19. If it carries on I thought we might get locked down again.
7.00 - I thought that the sun might have risen and my
chance for a walk had come round . Sadly the rain was still coming down in bucketloads . At least the garden was getting a good soaking. There is nothing better than rain to refresh the grass and water the vegetable plot. Small mercies indeed . We would not need to carry watering cans of bath water up to do the job. Mum and dad always told me rain before 7 - gone before 11. So hopefully if I lay in bed another half an hour I might be lucky and get out . Today is Pentecost Sunday . A day of some importance to churchgoers but our churches are still firmly shut . Who would have thought it ? 12 weeks without church. 12 weeks without hairdressers, face to face appointments with our doctors . I keep telling myself that this is not going to go on forever . It cannot I told myself . I wonder if I was naive all those weeks ago thinking that Covid 19 would burn itself out . A fizzle in the end. We need frost and snow - I can hear mum telling me . That will kill it off .
I got up in the end at 8.30 and still the rain fell. The heating even came on. June and heating - what is that all about ? These are two words that do not belong together in my vocabulary. Breakfast eaten - no sign of the rain easing yet . I still kept hoping and hoping . The sky was grey though and looked as if it was full of rain .
In the end I did not get out until early afternoon. The first walk I had taken in the afternoon. What a different experience . No bird song . The early dawn chorus was silent . There were people about walking but perhaps the threat of rain was putting them off going out. I saw less walkers than on an early morning walk . I chose a quick round the block walk just in case the heavens opened and I would get soaked. Not a photogenic walk . Perhaps after all this time there is little to see . Perhaps I am getting fed up of all this walking . As I walked I wished the swimming baths would open. I wished the hairdresser would too - this shaggy look is not winning me over. I admitted to myself that enough is enough . Wake up world I want to get on the road again . That itch to travel is getting unbearable .
Home and thoughts of what I should read I need a good book .With all the riots and what seems like breakdown of society I thought I might pick up Lord of the Flies or Animal Farm . Life in an odd world might need to re-read On the Beach . All books of my youth . All seem sort of appropriate as Covid wreaks havoc on our lives .
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