Life’s End.

It goes on....and I am starting to realise that this isn’t a blip...It won’t be over soon....It could take months...if that is the case there is a very good chance that I won’t see the end of it. I have failed to get a food delivery for the weekend but the same man who left me the loaf will bring me some meat from the butcher this morning.. for this I am very grateful. But this morning I realised for the first time that I might not see the end of it. This is not me being gloomy. Death is inevitable for us all...but sooner for us old ones! Yesterday was the strangest Good Friday I’ve ever kept. The sun shone, it is beautiful outside...and yet I tried to keep a good heart whilst realising that this appalling situation will go on...and I am just realising the extent of it...Staying alone in my house and garden is not a problem...but finding enough to eat might be. I have got an embarrassing number of bottles. Last night I found odd bottles of wine tucked away in cupboards...some still my husbands choice....thank you David. It is quiet here on the Roseland..people do seem to be staying at home...although there are still walkers along the cliff path outside. How long this can go on is the question.. so far so good whilst the Dunkirk spirit persists... and it does...so far....