(Wednesday) It doesn't feel like Wednesday. If that's the case, what makes it FEEL like Wednesday? There is no definable feeling, but I think it's due to being in lockdown, where each day seems like the last one and the next and so on. Each day, even at the weekend, just blends into the last one like a sort of piece of film, going round and round in the projector. I suppose, a bit like the film 'Groundhog Day.'
(Thursday) We're now being told that lockdown can only be lifted when infection rates and deaths decline. I suppose that's obvious. But being infantilised doesn't help matters. Being treated as if you had half a brain does in my opinion.
(Friday) I went to Sainsbury's after I'd done washing. Not my most favourite occupation, but it has to be done. Infection rates from the coronavirus are falling, which is a really good bit of news for once. Anything positive at the moment is a good thing, meaning that we are another step closer to life returning to anything like normal.
It's windy but very mild today. I've written over 20 pages, which equates to around 8,000 words. Produced over several weeks, but at least I've written something. Going better than expected. It will obviously need editing and sections rewritten, but that's to be expected. Then I will transcribe it onto word processing, which takes quite a long time and patience.
(Saturday) Just not a great deal to report at the moment. i'm sure I will be able to think of something soon. As I write this (11.20a.m.) the sun is out, but also a fairly strong wind. Surprisingly mild for the time of year.
(Sunday) Out with Alfie before 7 o'clock this morning. It's really mild although a slight rain.
Moonflower which has bloomed for the first time in the Cambridge University Botanic Garden which has caused great excitement. The gentleman on BBC Breakfast this morning described the scent when it first came out was like 'gardenias or honeysuckle, but now smells like public toilets,' which is a bit of a shock and I can't imagine anything else being described in that way!
Later. It's funny that Alfie goes bonkers if he sees a cat in the garden when I lived in Eaglestone, but if one is seen more or less close up, he doesn't seem to bother. I imagine it's to do with territory. We went out at around 9.15 and I saw a squirrel on the opposite side of Strudwick Drive. It hopped into the road and scuttled across and then over the path, but Alfie took not a blind bit of notice. A bit wet and it looked to me as it it was going to pour with rain, so I said to Alfie 'Home?' and he was quite happy to turn round and make for home. Not so sure whether it was going to rain or not, but I didn't want to risk getting a soaking.
Completed around 24 pages of writing. That done over the past month or so, but not bad considering.
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