Safe at home.

So on we go. During the week I have been very touched by phone calls from people in the village to check if I’m coping and have enough to eat! Caring people have taken up the job of checking on us vulnerable old ones. I was startled to find myself in that category but of course listening to all the dreadful news I see that I do fall into that group. I have of course not been tested and it’s unlikely that I will be. My safest way through all this is simply to stay at home. Food is delivered weekly...so far..and I seem to have rather a lot of bottles of alcohol tucked away in various cupboards. For the moment I can survive and feel safe in my own home. Chatting on the phone keeps me in touch with friends. The beautiful weather has given way to some dark damp stuff that I see from my window. I go out every day and walk around my very large garden. i am very fortunate compared to many I know and I thank God every day for the gift of communication via my iPad and phone. they do make a difference. I really am fine...thank you God.