50 days of isolation. When I started this blog, I thought that this would last for months, not weeks. I still think that.
And, of course, it was Star Wars day yesterday. It would have been a Bank Holiday, but they moved it to Friday, for the 75th anniversary of VE Day.
Meanwhile, in Little Chalfont, celebrations are muted.
I got the iMac working and it does Zoom conferencing, although I haven't tried doing a conference yet. It does have a very nice screen.
The London Nightingale hospital (the one that was put up as an emergency measure) is going to close - this is excellent news, because it shows that the overflow isn't needed now.
Next Sunday, Bojo is going to set out a road map for how the lock down will be eased.
Some local women have been sewing cloth masks, and kindly gave me a few. I offered to pay, but they weren't having it - they just wanted to do their bit. This is the true spirit of Britain, the spirit we saw for Dunkirk, the Blitz, D-Day and VE day.
Our delivery from Waitrose arrived today. There were a few substitutions in the vegetables; they had no brussels so we are going to be eating a LOT of broccoli this week. But I'm not complaining - it's great that we have food at all. And I quite like broccoli.
Ladysolly drove through Amersham today on her way to a doctor visit. She was amazed to see that the weekly market seemed to be there. There were several stalls, and quite a number of shoppers standing shoulder to shoulder.
Don't you know there's a war on?