Morning everyone! May you get some sunshine and settle into a new routine, Mick. CurlyW I’m so sad for your loss. Any of us with worries and wobbles will probably benefit from our new routines. We don’t want any of this, but I’d be the first to say that slowing down and finding a new rhythm and a different pattern to my days has been quite comforting. At first I panicked a lot, felt claustrophobic, had awful dreams, slept badly and was often quite miserable. That’s not me. However as the days have stretched out, I’m better adapting. I do whatever makes me feel better - at any old time, but there does seem to be a pattern to our days now and in each one if I can achieve or be pleased by something, however small, I notice that I’m generally happier and calmer. As EV has said, lord knows how it would feel if winter was approaching. But the longer, sunnier days at least can give us hope...even a little.
From your high security Spanish cell, Urmston the good days are in sight when the swifts and swallows start flying in. I was always rescuing casualties in Northern France where our house had a huge conservatory. Every species of bird was at risk when they flew towards it and in the end in Spring/Summer we had to hang small branches everywhere to show them they didn’t have an empty space to fly into! Before then, even large birds got confused. I had to use leather gauntlets once, to pick up a buzzard and again a Sparrowhawk. Small and very beautiful I could handle, like our resident Kingfisher. I came across one of his feathers tucked in one of my gardening books the other day. Happy memories. Don’t knock your ‘little life DoraM - if you’re coping, then like everyone you’ll be bound to think that it’ll do for now.
I thought yesterday as I was disinfecting the groceries
.....one day soon (please) I’ll hopefully laugh at such nonsense and my behavior. Just as my DM used to struggle against laughter, to recount tales of my lovely Granddad sitting under the kitchen table with his newspaper and refusing to let that ‘little weasel’ Hitler force him down to the cellar one more time ! I try to remember the resilience of that generation and how they all kept going and then I think I’m not I’ll or in hospital, so I need to get what I can out of my day and just be grateful for that.
There are some lovely souls on this site...my only sadness is that we can’t all actually meet, sit and talk about everything and anything over tea and the endless cakes and tea bread which we’re all baking. Wouldn’t that be something !! 
I’d love to comment on all the posts here but if I scroll back through the comments, I’ll lose this post. So to every single person, keep smiling, stay well, don’t lose hope even when wobbly.
Get better please, Boris. Sending sunshine and orange blossom from (a very sickly) ?? France. xxxxxxx