We've been in lockdown since getting back from a weekend away, two weeks ago now. We're both in vulnerable categories - my husband is 84 and, though I'm much younger, I've had lung disease. Nevertheless, I've been out to get food shopping once or twice, and we both go for walks. My walk this afternoon was through almost deserted streets and onto the stray (one of the large pieces of common land that surround the city of York). When I passed others, we all courteously stepped aside to maintain two metres distance, smiling and saying 'thanks'.
The weather has been kind - wall to wall sunshine, though frosts in the morning and a cold wind, so I've been able to turn out the contents of the small conservatory into the garden and clean it properly. We'll be able to sit in it when the weather is warmer.
The worst thing was queuing (standing in line) outside the pharmacy to collect a repeat prescription for medication. We were all spread out keeping the regulation distance, but as the 8th in the queue, I stood in that cold wind for 50 minutes. Was I shrammed (nice Yorkshire word for frozen stiff)!
My sister and her husband were trapped in southern Spain until all the hotels and campsites closed, when they were allowed to leave. They had to down load a lot of bureaucratic paperwork to enable them to drive north through France to get the Shuttle (the vehicle-carrying train that goes through the Channel Tunnel). They're home now and in self-imposed quarantine.
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The weather has been kind - wall to wall sunshine, though frosts in the morning and a cold wind, so I've been able to turn out the contents of the small conservatory into the garden and clean it properly. We'll be able to sit in it when the weather is warmer.
The worst thing was queuing (standing in line) outside the pharmacy to collect a repeat prescription for medication. We were all spread out keeping the regulation distance, but as the 8th in the queue, I stood in that cold wind for 50 minutes. Was I shrammed (nice Yorkshire word for frozen stiff)!
My sister and her husband were trapped in southern Spain until all the hotels and campsites closed, when they were allowed to leave. They had to down load a lot of bureaucratic paperwork to enable them to drive north through France to get the Shuttle (the vehicle-carrying train that goes through the Channel Tunnel). They're home now and in self-imposed quarantine.