I notice there are some with time on their hands. As we face the shock of the news each day and are contained in self-isolation in our homes. In some homes the cry goes up 'what can we do' I am sure there is plenty to do, we have electricity, tvs, radios. and computers. And of course those two useful things at the end of our arms called hands. We are not stuck in a Syrian refugee camp with limited medical care, or in India traipsing back 100s of kilometres in fear back to our villages. We should not however feel complacent about that, but extend compassion and money. Was it Hockney who said there is one thing certain after birth and that is death.
One of the silly games that are going round on F/B is putting up a photo of the sea, why I am not sure. The sea is beautiful but one of its magic senses is sound, the soft swish of the waves back and forward on the beach over the sand or stone. The above are all from Pembrokeshire, cliff walks on sunny days.
Yesterday the doorbell rang, there stood the postman 6 foot away with a pile of (mostly junk) mail on the ground between us. He asked if I needed anything which was most generous of him. Then a little note came through the door from Natalie the window cleaner, saying to phone if we did not need her. Though I must say she does miss corners, I would not stop her for anything, we pay by BACS and a brief conversation is all that's needed, and no I don't have the courage to say anything about missed corners!