Solitary life.

Well.....my pain has gone...thank you God. I have slept like a log and woken late. Wonderful! The news is still dreadful. People on the radio seem to be giving us all sorts of complications but the lockdown appears to be working . During the last weeks the only person I’ve had a conversation with is my gardener but I have chatted on the phone..I don’t feel cut off mostly. In my inbox this morning is a detailed account of how the virus is doing better in Cornwall. They started by telling me my postcode! I’m not sure how they got that. But it was accurate. The house next door is a holiday let..a family has been here since the weekend. They all have bikes and are often speeding around the courtyard. But yesterday they went out. I shot out of my garden at the sight of a tiny child on a tricycle braving the road outside. But I needn’t have worried...mother was also there shepherding her children along the not so busy road...I don’t know how far they got. But I was reminded of my biking days. In Essex I rode a large wheeled bike everywhere. I gave it away when I moved here but yesterday looking out at the mostly deserted road I would have given it a ride...which might well have killed me..but the whole episode brought back a lot of memories. Retreating back inside I felt safe. I am cut off but that’s good in this present climate of anxiety....if I got the dreaded disease it would no doubt finish me off fairly quickly. That wouldn’t be a bad thing...I have had a long life..but I’m not volunteering for it. Solitary life suits me!