It is a glorious day to day, there was a frost overnight, but now the sun is out and the melting frost is making the grass twinkle like a diamond necklace. It makes the heart sing.
I am up, bathed and dressed and happily paddling in the cool waters of my shallowness, before cleaning the house and setting it to rights, so that it too is balm to my eyes, or is that also unbelievably shallow in these times of disease.
As we are not yet confined to barracks, I will be going to the dentist later and then to Tai Chi. All of us oldies, and in a large airy Village Hall where we can easily stand 2 metres apart. Later on I will check my seed bank so that tomorrow, if necessary, I can go off to our local garden centre and stock up for a summer of relentless vegetable growing.
The biggest danger to our health and welfare during our incarceration, greater even than The Virus, will be the state of our mental health and the danger of falling into depression and the vicious cycle of neglect and malnutrition that usually accompanies it. Those who will survive least scathed will be those who can keep themselves positively motivated and find enjoyment and pleasure in the small things that surround them.
I have a strong streak of self-survival and I intend to make sure that everything I can do to aid my survival I do. What is in my control is my mental state and, as that will also improve my chances if I get The Virus, I am staying shallow and vain and all the other opprobrious adjectives and epithets people have thrown at me.